,proofreaders ,,de ,,la ,,salle ,,series ,,fifth ,,reader ,illustration3 ,,william ,mc,k,i,n,l,e,y ,,president #ahig-aija 7,,revised ,,edition1 #aibb7 ,,by ,,the ,,brothers ,,of ,,the ,,christian ,,schools1 ,,st4 ,,joseph',s ,,normal ,,institute1 ,,pocantico ,,hills1 ,n4,y4 ,,la ,,salle ,,institute1 ,,glencoe1 ,,mo4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,contents #b ,,preface #c ,,introduction #d ,,suggestions #e ,,guide ,,to ,,pronunciation #f ,,definitions #g ,,hymn ,,to ,,st4 ,,la ,,salle4 ,mercedes #h ,,columbus ,,at ,,the ,,convent4 ,j4,t4 ,trowbridge #i ,,the ,,little ,,fern4 ,mara ,l4 ,pratt #aj ,,helping ,,mother4 #aa ,a ,,contented ,,workman4 #ab ,,two ,,laborers4 ,thomas ,carlyle #ac ,,the ,,grumbling ,,puss4 #ad ,,the ,,brook ,,song4 ,james ,whitcomb ,riley #ae ,,the ,,story ,,of ,,the ,,seed-,,down4 ,rydingsvard #af ,,the ,,use ,,of ,,flowers4 ,mary ,howitt #ag ,,pierre',s ,,little ,,song4 #ah ,,september4 ,helen ,hunt ,jackson #ai ,,my ,,old ,,kentucky ,,home4 ,mrs4 ,t4,a4 ,sherrard #bj ,,the ,,first ,,miracle ,,of ,,jesus4 #ba ,,my ,,beads4 ,father ,ryan #bb ,,the ,,harp ,,that ,,once ,,through ,,tara',s ,,halls4 ,thomas ,moore #bc ,a ,,little ,,lady4 ,louisa ,m4 ,alcott #bd ,,what ,,house ,,to ,,like4 ,anon4 #be ,a ,,song ,,of ,,duty4 ,denis ,a4 ,mc,carthy #bf ,,an ,,evening ,,with ,,the ,,angels4 #bg ,,my ,,guardian ,,angel4 ,cardinal ,newman #bh ,,little ,,bell4 ,thomas ,westwood #bi ,a ,,modest ,,wit4 ,selleck ,osborne #cj ,,woodman1 ,,spare ,,that ,,tree4 ,george ,p4 ,morris #ca ,,the ,,boston ,,tea ,,party4 #cb ,,the ,,old ,,oaken ,,bucket4 ,samuel ,woodworth #cc ,,the ,,boy ,,and ,,the ,,crickets4 ,pierre ,j4 ,hetzel #cd ,,our ,,heroes4 ,phoebe ,cary #ce ,,the ,,minnows ,,with ,,silver ,,tails4 ,jean ,ingelow #cf ,,the ,,brook4 ,tennyson #cg ,,learning ,,to ,,think4 #ch ,,one ,,by ,,one4 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter #ci ,,the ,,birch ,,canoe4 ,longfellow #dj ,,peter ,,of ,,cortona4 #da ,to ,,my ,,dog ,,blanco4 ,j4,g4 ,holland #db ,a ,,story ,,of ,a ,,monk4 #dc ,,the ,,sermon ,,of ,,st4 ,,francis4 ,longfellow #dd ,,gloria ,,in ,,excelsis4 ,father ,ryan #de ,,the ,,first ,,christmas ,,tree4 ,eugene ,field #df ,,the ,,holy ,,city4 #dg ,,the ,,feast ,,of ,,tongues4 ,aesop #dh ,,the ,,nightingale ,,and ,,the ,,glowworm4 ,william ,cowper #di ,,jack ,,frost4 ,hannah ,f4 ,gould #ej ,,going6 ,,going6 ,,gone6 ,helen ,hunt ,jackson #ea ,,seven ,,times ,,two4 ,jean ,ingelow #eb ,,my ,,mother',s ,,grave4 #ec ,,the ,,old ,,arm-,,chair4 ,eliza ,cook #ed ,,break1 ,,break1 ,,break6 ,tennyson #ee ,,god ,,is ,,our ,,father4 #ef ,,happy ,,old ,,age4 ,robert ,southey #eg ,,kind ,,words4 ,father ,faber #eh ,,kindness ,,is ,,the ,,word4 ,john ,boyle ,o',reilly #ei ,,daffodils4 ,william ,wordsworth #fj ,,the ,,story ,,of ,,tarcisius4 ,cardinal ,wiseman #fa ,,legend ,,of ,,the ,,waxen ,,ciborium4 ,eleanor ,c4 ,donnelly #fb ,,little ,,daffy-,,down-,,dilly4 ,nathaniel ,hawthorne #fc ,,in ,,school ,,days ,whittier #fd ,,the ,,sun',s ,,family #fe ,,will ,,and ,i ,paul ,h4 ,hayne #ff ,,christmas ,,dinner ,,at ,,the ,,cratchits'4 ,charles ,dickens #fg ,,which ,,shall ,,it ,,be8 ,anon #fh ,,st4 ,,dorothy1 ,,martyr4 #fi ,,to ,a ,,butterfly4 ,william ,wordsworth #gj ,,the ,,pen ,,and ,,the ,,inkstand4 ,hans ,christian ,andersen #ga ,,the ,,wind ,,and ,,the ,,moon4 ,george ,mac,donald #gb ,,st4 ,,philip ,,neri ,,and ,,the ,,youth4 #gc ,,the ,,water ,,lily4 ,jean ,ingelow #gd ,a ,,builder',s ,,lesson4 ,john ,boyle ,o',reilly #ge ,,washington ,,and ,,his ,,mother4 #gf ,,washington',s ,,birthday4 ,margaret ,e4 ,sangster #gg ,,the ,,sword ,,of ,,bunker ,,hill4 ,william ,r4 ,wallace #gh ,,the ,,martyr',s ,,boy4 ,cardinal ,wiseman #gi ,,the ,,angel',s ,,story4 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter #hj ,,gluck',s ,,visitor4 ,john ,ruskin #ha ,a ,,visit ,,from ,,st4 ,,nicholas4 ,clement ,c4 ,moore #hb ,,commodore ,,john ,,barry4 #hc ,,the ,,boy ,,of ,,the ,,house4 ,jean ,blewett #hd ,,biographies 7,transcriber's ,note3 ,although ,,abou ,,ben ,,adhem ,,and ,,the ,,angel4 ,leigh ,hunt and ,a ,,simple ,,recipe4 ,james ,whitcomb ,riley were originally shown in the list above1 neither work appears in the text47 99 99 99 99 99 #b ,,preface ,the object of the ,christian ,brothers in issuing a new series of ,readers is to place in the hands of the teachers and pupils of our ,catholic schools a set of books embodying the matter and methods best suited to their needs4 ,the matter has been written or chosen with a view to interest and instruct1 to cultivate a taste for the best literature1 to build up a strong moral character and to imbue our children with an intelligent love of ,faith and ,country4 ,the methods are those approved by the most experienced and progressive teachers of reading in ,europe and ,america4 ,these ,readers have also been specially designed to elicit thought and facilitate literary composition4 ,in furtherance of this idea1 class talks1 word study1 the structure of sentences1 drills on certain correct forms of expression1 the proper arrangement of ideas1 explanation of phrases and literary expressions1 oral and written reproductions of narrations and descriptions1 and exercises in original composition1 all receive the attention which their importance demands4 ,thus will the pupils1 while learning to read and from their earliest years1 acquire that readiness in grasping the thoughts of others and that fluency in expressing their own1 which are so essential to a good ,english education4 ,in teaching the art of ,reading as well as that of ,composition1 the principle of order should in a great measure determine the value of the methods to be employed4 ,in the acquisition of knowledge1 the child instinctively follows the order of nature4 ,this order is first1 observation2 second1 thought2 third1 expression4 ,it becomes the duty of the teacher1 consequently1 to lead the child to observe accurately1 to think clearly1 and to express his thoughts correctly4 ,and text-books are useful only in so far as they supply the teacher with the material and the system best calculated to accomplish such results4 ,it is therefore hoped that the present new series of ,readers1 having been planned in accordance with the principle just enunciated1 will prove a valuable adjunct in our ,catholic schools4 99 99 99 99 99 #c ,,introduction ,in this ,fifth ,reader of the ,de ,la ,salle ,series the plan of the preceding numbers has been continued4 ,the pupil has now mastered the mechanical difficulties of learning to read1 and has acquired a fairly good working vocabulary4 ,hence he is prepared to read intelligently and with some degree of fluency and pleasure4 ,now is the time to lead him to acquire a taste for good reading4 ,the selections have been drawn mainly from authors whose writings are distinguished for their moral and literary value1 and whose style is sure to excite a lasting interest4 ,in addition to giving the pupil practice in reading and forming a basis for oral and written composition work1 these selections will raise his ideas of right living1 will quicken his imagination1 will give him his first knowledge of many things1 stimulate his powers of observation1 enlarge his vocabulary1 and correct and refine his mode of expression4 ,a wholesome reading habit1 so important to-day1 will thus be easily1 pleasantly and unconsciously formed4 ,the following are some of the features of the book3 ,,guide ,,to ,,pronunciation4--,this ,guide is to be referred to again and again1 and the diacritical marks carefully taught4 ,instruction in the vowel sounds is an excellent drill in articulation1 while a knowledge of the diacritical marks enables the pupil to master these sounds for himself when consulting the dictionary4 ,,variety ,,of ,,matter4--,in the volume will be found the best sentiments of the best writers4 ,the pupil will find fables1 nature studies1 tales of travel and adventure1 brave deeds from history and fiction1 stories of loyalty and heroism1 examples of sublime ,christian self-sacrifice1 and selections that teach industry1 contentment1 respect for authority1 reverence for all things sacred1 attachment to home1 and fidelity to faith and ,country4 ,,language ,,study4--,if reading is to hold its proper place in the class room1 the teaching of it must not be confined to the mere reading of the text4 ,in its truest sense1 reading is far more comprehensive4 ,the teacher will question the pupil on what he has read1 point out to him the beauties of thought and language1 find out what hold the reading has taken upon his memory1 how it has aroused his imagination1 assisted his judgment1 directed his will1 and contributed to his fund of general information4 ,to assist in this most important work is the object aimed at in the matter given for ,language ,study4 ,such study will also give fuller powers of interpretation and corresponding appreciation of the selection considered simply as literature4 ,,recitations4--,there are some selections marked for recitation4 ,the public recitation of these extracts will banish awkwardness of manner1 beget self-confidence1 and lay the foundation for subsequent elocutionary work4 ,besides1 experience teaches that a single poem or address based upon some heroic or historic event1 recited before a class or a school1 will often do more to build up a noble character and foster a love of history1 than a full term of instruction by question and answer4 ,,poetry4--,the numerous poetic selections1 some of which are partly analyzed by way of suggestion1 will create a love for the highest and purest forms of literature1 will broaden the field of knowledge1 and emphasize the teachings of some of the prose selections4 ,many of them have been written by ,american authors4 ,every ,american boy and girl should be acquainted with the works of poets who have done so much for the development of ,american literature and nationality4 ,,memory ,,gems4--,the memorizing of choice bits of prose and poetry enriches the vocabulary of the pupils1 adorns their memory1 suggests delicate and noble thoughts1 and puts them in possession of sentences of the best construction4 ,the recitation of these expressive texts accustoms the children to speak with ease1 grace and elegance4 7,elements of ,practical ,pedagogy47 ,,biographies4--,young children enjoy literature for its own sake1 and take little interest in the personality of the writer2 but as they grow older1 pleasure in the work of an author arouses an interest in the writer himself4 ,brief biographical sketches are given at the close of the volume as helps in the study of the authors from whom selections are drawn1 and to induce the pupils to read further4 99 99 99 99 99 #d ,,suggestions ,,word ,,study4--,the pupil should know how to spell and pronounce correctly all the words of the selection he is preparing to read4 ,he should know their ordinary meanings and the special meanings they may have in the text4 ,he should be able to write them correctly from dictation and to use them in sentences of his own4 ,he should examine if they are primitive1 derivative1 or compound2 he should be able to name the prefixes and suffixes and show how the meanings of the original words are modified by their use4 ,he should cultivate the habit of word mastery4 ,what is read will not otherwise be understood4 ,without it there can be no good reading1 speaking or writing4 ,,expressive ,,reading4--,there should be constant drill to secure correct pronunciation1 distinct articulation1 proper emphasis1 and an agreeable tone of voice1 without which there can be no expressive reading4 ,this is a difficult task1 and will take much time1 trouble and practice2 but it has far-reaching results4 ,it enlarges the sympathy of the pupil and lays the foundation for a genuine love of literature4 ,do not1 then1 let the reading lesson drift into a dull and monotonous calling of words4 ,on the contrary1 let it be intelligent1 spirited1 enthusiastic4 ,emotion comes largely from the imagination4 ,the pupil himself must be taught not only to feel what he reads1 but to make its meaning clear to others4 ,it is important that children be taught to acquire thought through the ear4 ,,concert ,,reading4--,reading in concert is generally of little value1 and the time given to it ill-spent4 ,it does not aid the children in getting thought1 or in expressing it fluently4 ,as an exercise in teaching reading it is ineffective and often positively harmful4 ,a concert recitation to which special training has been given partakes of the nature of a hymn or a song1 and then becomes an element of value4 ,if occasionally there must be concert reading in the class room1 it should always be preceded by individual mastery of the selection4 ,,poems4--,in the first lesson1 a poem1 like a picture1 should be presented as a whole1 and never dissected4 ,the teacher should first read it through1 not stopping for note or comment4 ,he should then read it again1 part by part1 stopping1 for question1 explanation and discussion4 ,lastly1 the whole poem1 should be read with suitable emotion1 so that the final impression may be made by the author's own words4 ,it is important that the pupil get the message which the author intended to give4 ,in teaching a descriptive poem1 make the pictures as vivid as possible1 and thus awaken the imagination4 ,in dealing with a narrative poem1 the sequence of events must first be made clear4 ,when this is done1 the aim should be to give fuller meaning to the story by bringing out clearly the causes1 motives and results of acts4 ,all this will take time4 ,be it so4 ,one poem well read1 well studied1 is worth more than a volume carelessly read over4 ,in reading poetry1 be careful that the pupils1 while giving the rhythm of the lines1 do not fall into the singsong tone so common and so disagreeable4 ,,explanations4--,explanations should accompany every reading lesson1 without which there can be no serious teaching of the vernacular4 ,by their means the teacher enters into communication with his pupils2 he gets them to speak1 he corrects their errors1 trains their reason1 and forms their taste4 ,it has been said that a teacher able to explain selections in prose and poetry holds his class in the hollow of his hand4 ,the teacher should insist that the pupil express himself clearly and correctly1 not only during the reading lesson1 but on every subject he has occasion to deal with1 either orally or in writing1 throughout the day's recitations4 ,,reviews4--,as the memory of children1 though prompt1 is weak1 frequent reviews should be held4 ,they are necessary for the backward pupils and advantageous for the others4 ,have an informal talk with the children on what they have read1 what they have learned1 what they have liked1 and what has interested them4 ,some important parts of the prose and poetry previously studied might1 during this exercise1 be re-read with profit4 ,,composition4--,continue oral and written composition4 ,the correct use of written language is best taught by selecting for compositions subject-matter that deeply interests the children4 ,if persevered in1 this will secure a good1 strong1 idiomatic use of ,english4 ,if the words of a selection that has been studied appear now and then in the children's conversation or writing1 it should be a matter for praise2 for this means that new words have been added to their vocabulary1 and that the children have a new conception of beauty of thought and speech4 ,see that all written work be done neatly and legibly4 ,slovenly or careless habits should never be allowed in any written work4 ,,memory ,,gems4--,do not lose sight of the memory gems4 ,familiarize the pupil with them4 ,their value to the child lies more in future good resulting from them than in present good4 ,these treasures of thought will live in the memory and influence the daily lives of the children who learn them by heart4 ,,the ,,dictionary4--,the use of the dictionary is a necessary part of education4 ,it is a powerful aid in self-education4 ,its use will double the value of study in connection with reading and language4 ,every ,grammar ,school1 ,high ,school and ,college should be supplied with several copies of a good unabridged dictionary1 and every pupil taught how to consult it1 and encouraged to do so4 ,the dictionary should be the book of first and last and constant resort4 ,,use ,,of ,,the ,,library4--,the teacher should endeavor to create an interest in those books from which the selections in the ,reader are taken1 and in others of equal grade and quality4 ,encourage the children to take books from the library4 ,direct them in their choice4 ,encourage home reading4 ,the reading of good books should be a part of regular school work2 otherwise little or no true progress can be made in speaking and writing4 ,the best way to learn to speak and write good ,english is to read good ,english4 ,for additional suggestions as to the best means of teaching ,reading and ,language1 teachers are referred to ,chapters ,,ii and ,,iv1 ,part ,,iv1 of ,elements of ,practical ,pedagogy1 by the ,christian ,brothers1 and published by the ,la ,salle ,bureau of ,supplies1 #ej ,second ,street1 ,new ,york4 99 99 99 99 99 ,acknowledgments are gratefully made to the following authors1 publishers1 and owners of copyright1 who have courteously granted permission to use the selections which bear their names3 ,mercedes1 ,miss ,eleanor ,c4 ,donnelly1 ,miss ,mary ,boyle ,o',reilly1 ,miss ,kate ,putnam ,osgood1 ,miss ,p4,c4 ,donnelly1 ,mrs4 ,margaret ,e4 ,sangster1 ,mr4 ,denis ,a4 ,mc,carthy1 ,mr4 ,james ,whitcomb ,riley1 ,mr4 ,george ,cooper1 ,mr4 ,j4,t4 ,trowbridge1 ,rev4 ,richard ,w4 ,alexander2 ,university of ,notre ,dame2 ,the ,ladies' ,home ,journal2 ,lothrop1 ,lee ,shepard ,co42 ,the ,educational ,publishing ,co42 ,little1 ,brown ,co42 ,the ,bobbs-,merrill ,co42 ,p4,j4 ,kenedy ,sons2 ,the ,hinds ,noble ,co42 ,charles ,scribner's ,sons4 ,the selections from ,longfellow1 ,whittier1 ,holmes1 ,hawthorne1 ,fields1 ,trowbridge1 ,phoebe ,cary1 ,charles ,dudley ,warner1 are used by permission of1 and by special arrangement with1 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 publishers of the works of these authors1 and to these gentlemen are tendered expressions of sincere thanks4 99 99 99 99 99 #e ,,guide ,,to ,,pronunciation ,,note4--,this ,guide is given to aid the pupil in the use of the dictionary1 and will be found to cover all ordinary cases4 ,in the diacritical marking1 as in accentuation and syllabication1 ,webster's ,international ,dictionary has been taken as authority4 ,,vowels 7,transcriber's ,note3 ,equivalent sound shown within round brackets47 a as in gate--gate a as in care--care 7a as in cat--c7at 4a as in ask--4ask a4 77o7 as in what--wha4t 3a as in car--c3ar a3 as in all--a3ll ai 7a7 as in air--air ai 7a7 as in aim--aim au 73a7 as in aunt--3aunt e as in eve--eve 7e as in end--7end e as in her--her e as in there--there e 7a7 as in they--they ea 7e7 as in ear--ear ei 7e7 as in receive--receive i as in ice--ice 7i as in pin--p7in i 7e7 as in bird--bird 3i 7e7 as in police--pol3ice ie 7e7 as in chief--chief o as in old--old o as in lord--lord 7o as in not--n7ot 4o 77u7 as in son--s4on o4 7u47 as in wolf--wo4lf o3 7oo7 as in do--do3 oa 7o7 as in boat--boat oo 7o37 as in moon--moon 7oo 7o47 as in foot--f7oot u as in pure--pure 7u as in cup--c7up u as in burn--burn u4 7o47 as in full--fu4ll u3 as in rude--ru3de ew 7u7 as in new y 7i as in fly--fly 7y 77i7 as in hymn--h7ymn y 7e7 as in myrrh--myrrh ,,consonants c 7s7 as in cent c 7k7 as in cat ce 7sh7 as in ocean ch 7k7 as in school ch 7sh7 as in machine ci 7sh7 as in gracious dg 7j7 as in edge ed 7d7 as in burned ed 7t7 as in baked f 7v7 as in of g 7hard7 as in get g 7j7 as in gem gh 7f7 as in laugh n 7ng7 as in ink ph 7f7 as in sulphur qu 7kw7 as in queen s 7z7 as in has s 7sh7 as in sure s 7zh7 as in pleasure ssi 7sh7 as in passion si 7zh7 as in occasion ti 7sh7 as in nation wh 7hw7 as in when x 7z7 as in ,xavier x 7ks7 as in tax x 7gz7 as in exist 99 99 99 99 99 #f ,,definitions ,,language is the expression of thought by means of words4 ,,words1 with respect to their origin1 are divided into primitive and derivative2 and with respect to their composition1 into simple and compound4 ,a ,,primitive word is one that is not derived from another word4 ,a ,,derivative word is one that is formed from another word by means of prefixes or suffixes1 or by some other change4 ,a ,,simple word is one that consists of a single significant term4 ,a ,,compound word is one made up of two or more simple words4 ,a ,,sentence is a combination of words which make complete sense4 ,a ,,syllable is a word or a part of a word pronounced by one effort of the voice4 ,the ,,diaeresis is the mark 44 placed over the second of two adjacent vowels1 to denote that they are to be pronounced as distinct letters2 as ,,re,,cho4 ,,rules ,,for ,,the ,,use ,,of ,,capital ,,letters ,the first word of every ,,sentence should begin with a capital4 ,,proper ,,names1 and words derived from them1 should begin with capitals4 ,the first word of every ,,line ,,of ,,poetry should begin with a capital4 ,all names of ,god and all titles of the ,,deity1 as well as all pronouns referring to the ,deity1 should begin with capitals4 ,the words ,i and ,o should always be capitals4 ,the first word of a ,,direct ,,quotation should begin with a capital4 ,the names of the ,,days and of the ,,months should begin with capitals2 but not the names of the seasons4 99 99 99 99 99 #g ,,hymn ,,to ,,st4 ,,la ,,salle4 ,glorious ,patron6 low before thee ,kneel thy sons1 with hearts a-flame6 ,and our voices blend in music1 ,singing praises to thy name4 ,saint ,john ,baptist6 glorious ,patron6 ,saint ,la ,salle6 we sound thy fame4 ,lover of our ,queen and ,mother1 ,at her feet didst vow thy heart1 ,earth1 and all its joys1 forsaking1 ,thou didst choose the better part4 ,saint ,la ,salle1 our glorious ,father1 ,pierce our souls with love's own dart4 ,model of the ,christian ,teacher6 ,patron of the ,christian youth6 ,lead us all to heights of glory1 ,as we strive in earnest ruth4 ,saint ,la ,salle6 oh1 guard and guide us1 ,as we spread afar the ,truth6 ,in this life of sin and sorrow1 ,saint ,la ,salle1 oh1 guide our way1 ,in the hour of dark temptation1 ,father6 be our spirit's stay6 ,take our hand and lead us homeward1 ,saint ,la ,salle1 to ,heaven's bright ,day6 ,mercedes4 ,illustration3 ,,st4 ,,john ,,baptist ,,de ,,la ,,salle4 ,founder of the ,brothers of the ,christian ,schools1 pointing out the way of salvation to the children of all nations4 ,christian ,teachers are the sculptors of living angels1 moulding and shaping the souls of youth for heaven4 ,most ,reverend ,archbishop ,keane1 of ,dubuque4 99 99 99 99 99 #h due mien fri'ar pri'or ,pa'los por'ter con'vent pre'cious grat'i tude ,,columbus ,,at ,,the ,,convent4 ,dreary and brown the night comes down1 ,gloomy1 without a star4 ,on ,palos town the night comes down2 ,the day departs with stormy frown2 ,the sad sea moans afar4 ,a convent gate is near2 'tis late2 ,tin-gling6 the bell they ring4 ,they ring the bell1 they ask for bread-- ,just for my child1 the father said4 ,kind hands the bread will bring4 ,white was his hair1 his mien was fair1 ,his look was calm and great4 ,the porter ran and called a friar2 ,the friar made haste and told the prior2 ,the prior came to the gate4 ,he took them in1 he gave them food2 ,the traveler's dreams he heard2 ,and fast the midnight moments flew4 ,and fast the good man's wonder grew1 ,and all his heart was stirred4 ,the child the while1 with soft1 sweet smile1 ,forgetful of all sorrow1 ,lay soundly sleeping in his bed4 ,the good man kissed him there1 and said3 ,you leave us not to-morrow6 ,i pray you1 rest the convent's guest2 ,this child shall be our own-- ,a precious care1 while you prepare ,your business with the court1 and bear ,your message to the throne4 ,and so his guest he comforted4 ,o wise1 good prior6 to you1 ,who cheered the stranger's darkest days1 ,and helped him on his way1 what praise ,and gratitude are due6 ,j4,t4 ,trowbridge4 ,by permission of the author4 99 99 99 99 99 ,where is ,palos8 ,what is it noted for8 ,who was the good man spoken of in the poem8 ,in the line ,the traveler's dreams he heard1 who was the traveler8 ,relate the story of his dreams4 ,why are they called dreams8 ,did the dreams become facts8 ,in what way8 ,how did the monks of this convent assist ,columbus8 ,how did the ,queen of ,spain assist him8 ,why is it that in the geography of our country we meet with so many ,catholic names8 99 99 99 99 99 ,memory ,gem3 ,press on6 ,there's no such word as fail6 ,push nobly on6 ,the goal is near6 ,ascend the mountain6 ,breast the gale6 ,look upward1 onward1--never fear6 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #i ,,the ,,little ,,fern4 ,a great many centuries ago1 when the earth was even more beautiful than it is now1 there grew in one of the many valleys a dainty little fern leaf4 ,all around the tiny plant were many others1 but none of them so graceful and delicate as this one ,i tell you of4 ,every day the cheery breezes sought out their playmate1 and the merry sunbeams darted in and out1 playing hide-and-seek among reeds and rushes2 and when the twilight shadows deepened1 and the sunbeams had all gone away1 the little fern curled itself up for the night with only the dewdrops for company4 ,so day after day went by3 and no one knew of1 or found the sweet wild fern1 or the beautiful valley it grew in4 ,but--for this was a very long time ago--a great change took place in the earth2 and rocks and soil were upturned1 and the rivers found new channels to flow in4 ,now1 when all this happened1 the little fern was quite covered up with the soft moist clay1 and perhaps you think it might as well never have lived as to have been hidden away where none could see it4 ,but after all1 it was not really lost2 for hundreds of years afterwards1 when all that clay had become stone1 and had broken into many fragments1 a very wise and learned man found the bit of rock upon which was all the delicate tracery of the little fern leaf1 with outline just as perfect and lovely as when1 long1 long ago it had swayed to the breezes in its own beautiful valley4 ,and so wonderful did it seem to the wise man1 that he took the fern leaf home with him and placed it in his cabinet where all could admire it2 and where1 if they were thoughtful and clever enough1 they could think out the story for themselves and find the lesson which was hidden away with the fern in the bit of rock4 ,lesson6 did ,i say8 ,well1 let's not call it a lesson1 but only a truth which it will do every one of us good to remember2 and that is1 that none of the beauty in this fair world around us1 nor anything that is sweet and lovely in our own hearts1 and lives1 will ever be useless and lost4 ,for1 as the little fern leaf lay hidden away for years and years1 and yet finally was found by the wise man and given a place with his other rare and precious possessions where it could still1 though silently1 aid those who looked upon it2 so we1 as boys and girls1 men and women who are to be1 can now1 day by day1 cultivate all lovely traits of character1 making ourselves ready to take our place in the world's work4 ,and when that time comes we shall not only be able to aid others silently1 as did the little fern1 but may also1 by word and deed1 lend a hand to each and every one around us4 ,mara ,l4 ,pratt4 ,from ,fairyland of ,flowers4 ,the ,educational ,publishing ,co4 99 99 99 99 99 ,break up the following words into their syllables1 and place the accent mark where it belongs in each3 outline1 tracery1 cabinet1 delicate1 finally1 character1 hundreds1 centuries1 remember1 beautiful1 possessions4 ,show the correct use of the words in original sentences4 ,the dictionary will help you in the work4 ,name some of the traits of character that will help a boy or a girl to be truly successful in life4 99 99 99 99 99 ,memory ,gems3 ,the child is father of the man2 ,and ,i could wish my days to be ,bound each to each by natural piety4 ,wordsworth4 ,truth alone makes life rich and great4 ,emerson4 ,there is a tongue in every leaf-- ,a voice in every rill-- ,a voice that speaketh everywhere-- ,in flood and fire1 through earth and air1 ,a tongue that's never still4 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 #aj blithe whistler mellow replied cheery skylark ,,helping ,,mother4 ,as ,i went down the street to-day1 ,i saw a little lad ,whose face was just the kind of face ,to make a person glad4 ,it was so plump and rosy-cheeked1 ,so cheerful and so bright1 ,it made me think of apple-time4 ,and filled me with delight4 ,i saw him busy at his work1 ,while blithe as skylark's song ,his merry1 mellow whistle rang ,the pleasant street along4 ,oh1 that's the kind of lad ,i like6 ,i thought as ,i passed by2 ,these busy1 cheery1 whistling boys ,make grand men by and by4 ,just then a playmate came along1 ,and leaned across the gate-- ,a plan that promised lots of fun ,and frolic to relate4 ,the boys are waiting for us now1 ,so hurry up6 he cried2 ,my little whistler shook his head1 ,and ,can't come1 he replied4 ,can't come8 ,why not1 ,i'd like to know8 ,what hinders8 asked the other4 ,why1 don't you see1 came the reply1 ,i'm busy helping mother8 ,she's lots to do1 and so ,i like ,to help her all ,i can2 ,so ,i've no time for fun just now1 ,said this dear little man4 ,i like to hear you talk like that1 ,i told the little lad2 ,help mother all you can1 and make ,her kind heart light and glad4 ,it does me good to think of him1 ,and know that there are others ,who1 like this manly little boy1 ,take hold and help their mothers4 ,,language ,,work3 ,describe the little lad spoken of in the poem4 ,do you know any boy like him8 ,tell what this little man said to his playmate4 ,when night came1 was the boy sorry that he had missed so much fun8 ,what kind of man did he very likely grow up to be8 99 99 99 99 99 #aa rid' dle brand'-new mys' ter y un rav' el like' ness es ,a ,,contented ,,workman4 ,once upon a time1 ,frederick1 ,king of ,prussia1 surnamed ,old ,fritz1 took a ride1 and saw an old laborer plowing his land by the wayside cheerily singing his song4 ,you must be well off1 old man1 said the king4 ,does this land on which you are working so hard belong to you8 ,no1 sir1 replied the laborer1 who knew not that it was the king2 ,i am not so rich as that2 ,i plow for wages4 ,how much do you get a day8 asked the king4 ,two dollars1 said the laborer4 ,that is not much1 replied the king2 can you get along with that8 ,yes2 and have something left4 ,how is that8 ,the laborer smiled1 and said1 ,well1 if ,i must tell you1 fifty cents are for myself and wife2 with fifty ,i pay my old debts1 fifty ,i lend1 and fifty ,i give away for the ,lord's sake4 ,that is a mystery which ,i cannot solve1 replied the king4 ,then ,i will solve it for you1 said the laborer4 ,i have two old parents at home1 who kept me when ,i was weak and needed help2 and now1 that they are weak and need help1 ,i keep them4 ,this is my debt1 towards which ,i pay fifty cents a day4 ,the third fifty cents1 which ,i lend1 ,i spend for my children1 that they may receive ,christian instruction4 ,this will come handy to me and my wife when we get old4 ,with the last fifty ,i maintain two sick sisters4 ,this ,i give for the ,lord's sake4 ,the king1 well pleased with his answer1 said1 ,bravely spoken1 old man4 ,now ,i will also give you something to guess4 ,have you ever seen me before8 ,never1 said the laborer4 ,in less than five minutes you shall see me fifty times1 and carry in your pocket fifty of my likenesses4 ,that is a riddle which ,i cannot unravel1 said the laborer4 ,then ,i will do it for you1 replied the king4 ,thrusting his hand into his pocket1 and counting fifty brand-new gold pieces into his hand1 stamped with his royal likeness1 he said to the astonished laborer1 who knew not what was coming1 ,the coin is good1 for it also comes from our ,lord ,god1 and ,i am his paymaster4 ,i bid you good-day4 99 99 99 99 99 ,memory ,gems3 ,the working men1 whatever their task1 ,who carve the stone1 or bear the hod1 ,they wear upon their honest brows ,the royal stamp and seal of ,god2 ,and worthier are their drops of sweat ,than diamonds in a coronet4 ,give fools their gold1 and knaves their power2 ,let fortune's bubbles rise and fall2 ,who sows a field1 or trains a flower1 ,or plants a tree1 is more than all4 ,whittier4 ,illustration3 ,,labor ,millet4 99 99 99 99 99 #ab con' script in dis pen' sa ble im' ple ment in de fea' si bly ,,two ,,laborers4 ,two men ,i honor1 and no third4 ,first1 the toil worn craftsman1 that with earth-made implement laboriously conquers the earth1 and makes her man's4 ,venerable to me is the hard hand1 crooked1 coarse1 wherein1 notwithstanding1 lies a cunning virtue1 indefeasibly royal1 as of the scepter of this planet4 ,venerable1 too1 is the rugged face1 all weather tanned1 besoiled1 with its rude intelligence2 for it is the face of a man living manlike4 ,oh1 but the more venerable for thy rudeness1 and even because ,i must pity as well as love thee6 ,hardly entreated brother6 ,for us was thy back so bent1 for us were thy straight limbs and fingers so deformed4 ,thou wert our conscript on whom the lot fell and1 fighting our battles1 wert so marred4 ,yet toil on1 toil on2 444 thou toilest for the altogether indispensable1--for daily bread4 ,a second man ,i honor1 and still more highly2 him who is seen toiling for the spiritually indispensable2 not daily bread1 but the bread of life4 ,is not he1 too1 in his duty2 endeavoring towards inward harmony2 revealing this1 by act or word1 through all his outward endeavors1 be they high or low8 ,highest of all1 when his outward and his inward endeavor are one2 when we can name him artist2 not earthly craftsman only1 but inspired thinker1 that with heaven-made implement conquers heaven for us6 ,if the poor and humble toil that we may have food1 must not the high and glorious toil for him1 in return1 that he may have light and guidance1 freedom1 immortality8--these two1 in all their degrees1 ,i honor2 all else is chaff and dust1 which let the wind blow whither it listeth4 ,unspeakably touching it is1 however1 when ,i find both dignities united2 and he1 that must toil outwardly for the lowest of man's wants1 is also toiling inwardly for the highest4 ,sublimer in this world know ,i nothing than a peasant saint4 ,such a one will take thee back to ,nazareth itself2 thou wilt see the splendor of heaven spring forth from the humblest depths of earth like a light shining in great darkness4 ,thomas ,carlyle4 99 99 99 99 99 ,laws are like cobwebs1 where the small flies are caught1 and the great break through4 ,bacon4 99 99 99 99 99 #ac gust thief mop' ing awk' ward pet' tish ly in dig' nant un bear' a ble med' dle some en light' ened in quis' i tive ,,the ,,grumbling ,,puss4 ,what's the matter8 said ,growler to the gray cat1 as she sat moping on the top of the garden wall4 ,matter enough1 said the cat1 turning her head another way1 ,our cook is very fond of talking of hanging me4 ,i wish heartily some one would hang her4 ,why1 what is the matter8 repeated ,growler4 ,hasn't she beaten me1 and called me a thief1 and threatened to be the death of me8 ,dear1 dear6 said ,growler2 pray what has brought it about8 ,oh1 nothing at all2 it is her temper4 ,all the servants complain of it4 ,i wonder they haven't hanged her long ago4 ,well1 you see1 said ,growler1 cooks are awkward things to hang2 you and ,i might be managed much more easily4 ,not a drop of milk have ,i had this day6 said the gray cat2 and such a pain in my side6 ,but what1 said ,growler1 what is the cause8 ,haven't ,i told you8 said the gray cat1 pettishly2 it's her temper3--oh1 what ,i have had to suffer from it6 ,everything she breaks she lays to me2 everything that is stolen she lays to me4 ,really1 it is quite unbearable6 ,growler was quite indignant2 but1 being of a reflective turn1 after the first gust of wrath had passed1 he asked3 ,but was there no particular cause this morning8 ,she chose to be very angry because ,i--,i offended her1 said the cat4 ,how1 may ,i ask8 gently inquired ,growler4 ,oh1 nothing worth telling1--a mere mistake of mine4 ,growler looked at her with such a questioning expression1 that she was compelled to say1 ,i took the wrong thing for my breakfast4 ,oh6 said ,growler1 much enlightened4 ,why1 the fact is1 said the gray cat1 ,i was springing at a mouse1 and knocked down a dish1 and1 not knowing exactly what it was1 ,i smelt it1 and it was rather nice1 and-- ,you finished it1 hinted ,growler4 ,well1 ,i believe ,i should have done so1 if that meddlesome cook hadn't come in4 ,as it was1 ,i left the head4 ,the head of what8 said ,growler4 ,how inquisitive you are6 said the gray cat4 ,nay1 but ,i should like to know1 said ,growler4 ,well1 then1 of a certain fine fish that was meant for dinner4 ,then1 said ,growler1 say what you please2 but1 now that ,i've heard the whole story1 ,i only wonder she did not hang you4 99 99 99 99 99 ,fill the following blanks with words that will make complete sentences3 ,mary -- here1 and ,susan and ,agnes -- coming4 ,they -- delayed on the road4 ,mother -- to come with them1 but she and father -- obliged to wait till to-morrow4 ,puss said to ,growler1 ,i -- not -- a drop of milk to-day1 and -- not -- any yesterday4 ,i -- my work well now4 ,yesterday ,i -- it fairly well4 ,to-morrow ,i shall -- it perfectly4 ,the boys -- their best1 though they -- the game4 ,john--now the boys he -- last week4 ,he -- not -- them before4 ,,note4--,let two pupils read or recite the conversational parts of this selection1 omitting the explanatory matter1 while the other pupils simply listen4 ,if done with expressive feeling and in a perfectly natural tone1 it will prove quite an interesting exercise4 ,to play or act the story of a selection helps to develop the imagination4 99 99 99 99 99 #ad scared swerve gur' gle rip' ples cur' rent mum' bling ly ,,the ,,brook ,,song4 ,little brook6 ,little brook6 ,you have such a happy look-- ,such a very merry manner1 as you swerve and curve and crook-- ,and your ripples1 one and one1 ,reach each other's hands and run ,like laughing little children in the sun6 ,little brook1 sing to me2 ,sing about the bumblebee ,that tumbled from a lily bell and grumbled mumblingly1 ,because he wet the film ,of his wings1 and had to swim1 ,while the water bugs raced round and laughed at him4 ,little brook--sing a song ,of a leaf that sailed along ,down the golden-hearted center of your current swift and strong1 ,and a dragon fly that lit ,on the tilting rim of it1 ,and rode away and wasn't scared a bit4 ,and sing--how oft in glee ,came a truant boy like me1 ,who loved to lean and listen to your lilting melody1 ,till the gurgle and refrain ,of your music in his brain ,wrought a happiness as keen to him as pain4 ,little brook--laugh and leap6 ,do not let the dreamer weep3 ,sing him all the songs of summer till he sink in softest sleep2 ,and then sing soft and low ,through his dreams of long ago-- ,sing back to him the rest he used to know6 ,james ,whitcomb ,riley4 ,from ,rhymes of ,childhood4 ,used by special permission of the publishers1 ,the ,bobbs-,merrill ,co4 ,copyright1 #aijj4 99 99 99 99 99 ,illustration3 ,,by ,,the ,,brook ,,ripples1 little curling waves ,,film1 a thin skin or slight covering4 ,,current1 the swiftest part of a stream2 also applied to air1 electricity1 etc4 ,what do the following expressions mean3 tilting rim1 lilting melody1 softest sleep1 gurgle and refrain1 a happiness as keen to him as pain8 ,what is a lullaby8 ,recite a stanza of one4 ,insert may or can properly where you see a dash in the following3 ,the boy said1 --,i leave the room8 ,mother1 ,i--climb the ladder2--,i8--a dog climb a tree8--,i ask a favor8 ,copy the following words--they are often misspelled3 loving1 using1 till1 until1 queer1 fulfil1 speech1 muscle1 quite1 scheme1 success1 barely1 college1 villain1 salary1 visitor1 remedy1 hurried1 forty-four1 enemies1 twelfth1 marriage1 immense1 exhaust4 ,by means of the suffixes1 er1 est1 ness1 form three new words from each of the following words3 happy1 sleepy1 lively1 greedy1 steady1 lovely1 gloomy4 ,example3 ,from happy1--happier1 happiest1 happiness4 ,note the change of y to i4 99 99 99 99 99 #ae rag'ged crin'kly rub'bish fil'tered protect'ed disor'derly disturbed' imme'diately ,,the ,,story ,,of ,,the ,,seed-,,down4 ,i4 ,high above the earth1 over land and sea1 floated the seed-down1 borne on the autumn wind's strong arms4 ,here shall you lie1 little seed-down1 said he at last1 and put it down on the ground1 and laid a fallen leaf over it4 ,then he flew away immediately1 because he had much to look after4 ,that was in the dark evening1 and the seed could not see where it was placed1 and besides1 the leaf covered it4 ,something heavy came now1 and pressed so hard that the seed came near being destroyed2 but the leaf1 weak though it was1 protected it4 ,it was a human foot which walked along over the ground1 and pressed the downy seed into the earth4 ,when the foot was withdrawn1 the earth fell1 and filled the little pit it had made4 ,the cold came1 and the snow fell several feet deep2 but the seed lay quietly down there1 waiting for warmth and light4 ,when the spring came1 and the snow melted away1 the plant shot up out of the earth4 ,there was a little gray cottage beside which it grew up4 ,the tiny plant could not see very far around1 because rubbish and brush-heaps lay near it1 and the little window was so gray and dusty that it could not peep into the cottage either4 ,who lives here8 asked the little thing4 ,don't you know that8 asked the ragged shoe1 which lay near4 ,why1 the smith who drinks so much lives here1 and his wife who wore me out4 ,and then she told how it looked inside1 how life went on there1 and it was not cheering2 no1 but fearfully sad4 ,the shoe knew it all well1 and told a whole lot in a few minutes1 because she had such a well-hung tongue4 ,now there came a pair of ragged children1 running--the smith's boy and girl2 he was six years old and the girl eight1 so the shoe said1 after they were gone4 ,oh1 see1 what a pretty little plant6 said the girl4 ,so now1 ,i shall pull it up1 said the boy1 and the plant trembled to the root's heart4 ,no1 do not do it6 said the girl4 ,we must let it grow4 ,do you not see what pretty crinkly leaves it has8 ,it will have lovely flowers1 ,i know1 when it grows bigger4 ,and it was allowed to stay there4 ,the children took a stick and dug up the earth round about1 so it looked like a plowed field4 ,then they threw the shoe and the sweepings a little way off1 because they thought to make the place look better4 ,you cannot think1 said the shoe1 after the children had gone1 you cannot think how in the way folks are6 ,the children have to give themselves airs1 and pretend to be very orderly1 said the half of a coffee-cup2 and she broke in another place she was so disturbed4 ,but the sun shone warmly and the rain filtered down in the upturned earth4 ,then leaf after leaf unfolded1 and in a few days the plant was several inches high4 ,oh1 see6 said the children1 who came again2 see how beautiful it is getting6 ,come1 father1 come6 brother and ,i have discovered such a pretty plant6 ,come and see it6 begged the girl4 ,the father glanced at it4 ,the plant looked so lovely on the little rough bit of soil which lay between the piles of sweepings4 ,the smith nodded to the children4 ,it looks very disorderly here1 he said to himself1 and stopped an instant4 ,yes1 indeed1 it does6 ,he went along1 but thought of the little green spot1 with the lovely plant in the midst of it4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,ii4 pet' als in' mates scrubbed fra' grant ,the children ran into the house4 ,mother1 said they1 there is such a rare plant growing right by the window6 ,the mother wished to glance out1 but the window was so thick with dust that she could not do so4 ,she wiped off a little spot4 ,my6 ,my6 said she1 when she noticed how dirty the window looked beside the cleaned spot2 so she wiped the whole window4 ,that is an odd plant1 said she1 looking at it4 ,but how dreadfully dirty it is out in the yard6 ,now that the sun shone in through the window it became very light in the cottage4 ,the mother looked at the ragged children and at the rubbish in the room1 and the blood rushed over her pale cheeks4 ,it is a perfect shame6 she murmured4 ,i have never noticed that it was so untidy here4 ,she hurried around1 and set the room to rights1 and1 when that was done1 she washed the dirty floor4 ,she scrubbed it so hard that her hands smarted as if she had burned them in the fire2 she did not stop until every spot was white4 ,it was evening2 the husband came home from work4 ,the wife sat mending the girl's ragged dress4 ,the man stopped in the door4 ,it looked so strange to him within1 and the look his wife gave him was brighter than ever before1 he thought4 ,go--,god's peace6 he stammered4 ,it was a long time since such a greeting had been heard in here4 ,god's peace6 answered she2 wel--welcome home6 ,she had not said this for many years4 ,the smith stepped forward to the window2 on the bed beside it the two children lay sleeping4 ,he looked at them1 then he looked out on the mound where the little plant stood4 ,after a few minutes he went out4 ,a deep sigh rose from the woman's breast4 ,she had hoped that he would stay home that evening4 ,two great tears fell on the little dress4 ,in a few minutes she heard a noise outside4 ,she went to the window to see what it could be4 ,her husband had not gone away6 ,he was out in the yard clearing up the brush-heaps and rubbish4 ,she became more happy than she had been for a long time4 ,he glanced in through the window and saw her4 ,then she nodded1 he nodded back1 and they both smiled4 ,be careful1 above all1 of the little plant6 said she4 ,warm and sunny days came4 ,the smith stayed at home now every evening4 ,it was green and lovely round the little cottage1 and outside the window there was a whole flower-bed1 with many blossoms2 but in the midst stood the little plant the autumn wind had brought thither4 ,the smith's family stood around the flower-bed1 and talked about the flowers4 ,but the plant that brother and ,i found is the most beautiful of all1 said the girl4 ,yes1 indeed it is1 said the parents4 ,the smith bent down and took one of the leaves in his hand1 but very carefully1 because he was afraid he might hurt it with his thick1 coarse fingers4 ,then a bell was heard ringing in the distance4 ,the sound floated out over field and lake1 and rang so peacefully in the eventide1 just as the sun sank behind the tree-tops in the forest4 ,and every one bowed the head1 because it was ,saturday evening1 and it was a sacred voice that sounded4 ,in a little while all was silent in the cottage2 the inmates slumbered1 more tired1 perhaps1 than before1 after the week's toils1 but also much1 much happier4 ,and round about1 all was calm and peaceful4 ,but when ,sunday's sun came up1 the plant opened its bud1--and it bore but a single one4 ,when the cottage folks passed the little flower-garden1 they all stopped and looked at the beautiful1 fragrant blossom4 ,it shall go with us to the house of ,god1 said the wife1 turning to her husband4 ,he nodded1 and then she broke off the flower4 ,the wife looked at the husband1 and he looked at her1 and then their eyes rested on both children2 then their eyes grew dim1 but became immediately bright again1 for the tears were not of sorrow1 but of happiness4 ,when the organ's tones swelled and the people sang in the temple1 the flower folded its petals1 for it had fulfilled its mission2 but on the waves of song its perfume floated upwards4 ,and in the sweet fragrance lay a warm thanksgiving from the little seed-down4 ,from ,my ,lady ,legend1 translated from the ,swedish by ,miss ,rydingsvrd4 ,used by the special permission of the publishers1 ,lothrop1 ,lee ,shepard ,co4 99 99 99 99 99 ,memory ,gem3 ,i want it to be said of me by those who know me best that ,i have always plucked a thistle and planted a flower in its place wherever a flower would grow4 ,abraham ,lincoln4 99 99 99 99 99 #af lux'u ry med'i cine a bun'dant wil'der ness ,,the ,,use ,,of ,,flowers4 ,god might have bade the earth bring forth ,enough for great and small1 ,the oak tree1 and the cedar tree1 ,without a flower at all4 ,he might have made enough1 enough1 ,for every want of ours2 ,for luxury1 medicine1 and toil1 ,and yet have made no flowers4 ,the ore within the mountain mine ,requireth none to grow1 ,nor doth it need the lotus flower ,to make the river flow4 ,the clouds might give abundant rain1 ,the nightly dews might fall1 ,and the herb that keepeth life in man ,might yet have drunk them all4 ,then wherefore1 wherefore were they made ,all dyed with rainbow light1 ,all fashioned with supremest grace1 ,upspringing day and night-- ,springing in valleys green and low1 ,and on the mountains high1 ,and in the silent wilderness1 ,where no man passeth by8 ,our outward life requires them not1 ,then wherefore had they birth8 ,to minister delight to man1 ,to beautify the earth2 ,to whisper hope--to comfort man ,whene'er his faith is dim2 ,for whoso careth for the flowers ,will care much more for ,him6 ,mary ,howitt4 99 99 99 99 99 ,give the plural forms of the following name-words3 tree1 leaf1 copy1 foot1 shoe1 calf1 life1 child1 tooth1 valley4 ,insert the proper punctuation marks in the following stanza3 ,in the country on every side ,where far and wide ,like a leopard's tawny hide ,stretches the plain ,to the dry grass and drier grain ,how welcome is the rain4 ,memory ,gem3 ,full many a gem of purest ray serene ,the dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear2 ,full many a flower is born to blush unseen1 ,and waste its sweetness on the desert air4 ,stanza from ,gray's ,elegy4 99 99 99 99 99 #ag deigned in' va lid lone' li ness smoothed med'i cine be wil'dered gen' ius riv' et ed soul-sub du' ing ,,pierre',s ,,little ,,song4 ,in a humble room1 in one of the poorer streets of ,london1 little ,pierre1 a fatherless ,french boy1 sat humming by the bedside of his sick mother4 ,there was no bread in the house2 and he had not tasted food all day4 ,yet he sat humming to keep up his spirits4 ,still1 at times1 he thought of his loneliness and hunger1 and he could scarcely keep the tears from his eyes2 for he knew that nothing would be so welcome to his poor invalid mother as a good sweet orange2 and yet he had not a penny in the world4 ,the little song he was singing was his own1--one he had composed1 both air and words2 for the child was a genius4 ,he went to the window1 and1 looking out1 saw a man putting up a great poster with yellow letters1 announcing that ,madame ,malibran would sing that night in public4 ,oh1 if ,i could only go6 thought little ,pierre2 and then1 pausing a moment1 he clasped his hands2 his eyes sparkled with a new hope4 ,running to the looking-glass1 he smoothed his yellow curls1 and1 taking from a little box an old1 stained paper1 he gave one eager glance at his mother1 who slept1 and ran speedily from the house4 99 99 99 99 99 ,who1 do you say1 is waiting for me8 said the lady to her servant4 ,i am already worn out with company4 ,only a very pretty little boy1 with yellow curls1 who says that if he can just see you1 he is sure you will not be sorry1 and he will not keep you a moment4 ,oh1 well1 let him come6 said the beautiful singer1 with a smile2 ,i can never refuse children4 ,little ,pierre came in1 his hat under his arm2 and in his hand a little roll of paper4 ,with a manliness unusual in a child1 he walked straight up to the lady1 and1 bowing1 said3 ,i have come to see you1 because my mother is very sick1 and we are too poor to get food and medicine4 ,i thought that1 perhaps1 if you would only sing my little song at one of your grand concerts1 some publisher might buy it1 for a small sum2 and so ,i could get food and medicine for my mother4 ,the beautiful woman rose from her seat2 very tall and stately she was2--she took the little roll from his hand1 and lightly hummed the air4 ,did you compose it8 she asked1--you1 a child6 ,and the words8--,would you like to come to my concert8 she asked1 after a few moments of thought4 ,oh1 yes6 and the boy's eyes grew bright with happiness2 but ,i couldn't leave my mother4 ,i will send somebody to take care of your mother for the evening2 and here is a crown1 with which you may go and get food and medicine4 ,here is also one of my tickets2 come to-night2 and that will admit you to a seat near me4 ,almost beside himself with joy1 ,pierre bought some oranges1 and many a little luxury besides1 and carried them home to the poor invalid1 telling her1 not without tears1 of his good fortune4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when evening came1 and ,pierre was admitted to the concert hall1 he felt that never in his life had he been in so grand a place4 ,the music1 the glare of lights1 the beauty1 the flashing of diamonds and the rustling of silks1 completely bewildered him4 ,at last she came2 and the child sat with his eyes riveted on her face4 ,could it be that the grand lady1 glittering with jewels1 and whom everybody seemed to worship1 would really sing his little song8 ,breathless he waited3--the band1 the whole band1 struck up a little plaintive melody3 he knew it1 and clapped his hands for joy6 ,and oh1 how she sang it6 ,it was so simple1 so mournful1 so soul-subduing4 ,many a bright eye was dimmed with tears1 many a heart was moved1 by the touching words of that little song4 ,pierre walked home as if he were moving on the air4 ,what cared he for money now8 ,the greatest singer in ,europe had sung his little song1 and thousands had wept at his grief4 ,the next day he was frightened by a visit from ,madame ,malibran4 ,she laid her hand on his yellow curls1 and1 turning to the sick woman1 said3 ,your little boy1 madam1 has brought you a fortune4 ,i was offered1 this morning1 by the first publisher in ,london1 a large sum for his little song4 ,madam1 thank ,god that your son has a gift from heaven4 ,the noble-hearted singer and the poor woman wept together4 ,as for ,pierre1 always mindful of ,him who watches over the tried and the tempted1 he knelt down by his mother's bedside and uttered a simple prayer1 asking ,god's blessing on the kind lady who had deigned to notice their affliction4 ,the memory of that prayer made the singer even more tender-hearted2 and she now went about doing good4 ,and on her early death1 he who stood by her bed1 and smoothed her pillow1 and lightened her last moments by his affection1 was the little ,pierre of former days1--now rich1 accomplished1 and one of the most talented composers of the day4 ,all honor to those great hearts who1 from their high stations1 send down bounty to the widow and the fatherless6 99 99 99 99 99 ,,pierre 7pe ar'71 ,peter4 ,,malibran1 a ,french singer and actress4 ,she died in #ahcf1 when only #bh years old4 ,what does he walked as if moving on air mean8 ,,breathless breathless1 without breath1 out of breath2 holding the breath on account of great interest4 ,,breathlessly1 in a breathless manner4 ,use breath1 breathless1 breathlessly1 in sentences of your own4 ,pronounce separately the two similar consonant sounds coming together in the following words and phrases3 humming2 meanness2 is sure2 his spirit2 send down2 this shows2 eyes sparkled2 wept together2 frequent trials4 ,memory ,gems3 ,a single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows4 ,st4 ,francis of ,assisi4 ,howe'er it be1 it seems to me1 ',tis only noble to be good4 ,kind hearts are more than coronets1 ,and simple faith than ,norman blood4 ,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 #ah ,,september4 ,the golden-rod is yellow2 ,the corn is turning brown2 ,the trees in apple orchards ,with fruit are bending down4 ,the gentian's bluest fringes ,are curling in the sun2 ,in dusty pods the milkweed ,its hidden silk has spun4 ,the sedges flaunt their harvest ,in every meadow nook2 ,and asters by the brookside ,make asters in the brook4 ,from dewy lanes at morning ,the grapes' sweet odors rise2 ,at noon the roads all flutter ,with yellow butterflies4 ,by all these lovely tokens ,september days are here1 ,with summer's best of weather1 ,and autumn's best of cheer4 ,helen ,hunt ,jackson4 ,footnote3 ,copyright1 ,little1 ,brown ,co41 ,publishers4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 sedges1 coarse grasses which grow in marshy places4 ,tell what the following expressions mean3 dewy lanes2 best of cheer2 sedges flaunt their harvest4 ,how do ,asters by the brookside make asters in the brook8 ,give in your own words the tokens of ,september mentioned in the poem4 ,can you name any others8 ,memorize the poem4 ,what do you know of the author8 99 99 99 99 99 #ai tat'ter wreathed ,ken tuck' y de scend'ed re cess' home' stead en rap' tured ,penn syl va' ni a ,,my ,,old ,,kentucky ,,home4 ,my ,old ,kentucky ,home was written by ,stephen ,collins ,foster1 a resident of ,pittsburg1 ,pa41 while he and his sister were on a visit to his relative1 ,judge ,john ,rowan1 a short distance east of ,bardstown1 ,ky4 ,one beautiful morning while the slaves were at work in the cornfield and the sun was shining with a mighty splendor on the waving grass1 first giving it a light red1 then changing it to a golden hue1 there were seated upon a bench in front of the ,rowan homestead two young people1 a brother and a sister4 ,high up in the top of a tree was a mocking bird warbling its sweet notes4 ,over in a hidden recess of a small brush1 the thrush's mellow song could be heard4 ,a number of small negro children were playing not far away4 ,when ,foster had finished the first verse of the song his sister took it from his hand and sang in a sweet1 mellow voice3 ,the sun shines bright on the old ,kentucky home2 ',tis summer1 the darkies are gay2 ,the corn top's ripe and the meadows in the bloom1 ,while the birds make music all the day4 ,the young folks roll on the little cabin floor1 ,all merry1 all happy1 all bright2 ,by'n by hard times comes a-knockin' at the door-- ,then1 my old ,kentucky home1 good night4 ,on her finishing the first verse the mocking bird descended to a lower branch4 ,the feathery songster drew his head to one side and appeared to be completely enraptured at the wonderful voice of the young singer4 ,when the last note died away upon the air1 her fond brother sang in deep bass voice3 ,weep no more1 my lady2 oh1 weep no more to-day1 ,well sing one song for the old ,kentucky home1 ,for our old ,kentucky home far away4 ,a few more days for to tote the weary load1 ,no matter1 'twill never be light2 ,a few more days till we totter on the road-- ,then1 my old ,kentucky home1 good night4 ,the negroes had laid down their hoes and rakes2 the little tots had placed themselves behind the large1 sheltering trees1 while the old black women were peeping around the corner of the house4 ,the faithful old house dog never took his eyes off the young singers4 ,everything was still2 not even the stirring of the leaves seemed to break the wonderful silence4 ,again the brother and sister took hold of the remaining notes1 and sang in sweet accents3 ,they hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon ,on the meadow1 the hill and the shore2 ,they sing no more by the glimmer of the moon1 ,on the bench by the old cabin door4 ,the day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart1 ,with sorrow where all was delight3 ,the time has come when the darkies have to part-- ,then1 my old ,kentucky home1 good night4 ,the head must bow and the back will have to bend ,wherever the darkies may go2 ,a few more days and the trouble all will end ,in the fields where the sugar cane grow4 ,then weep no more1 my lady2 oh1 weep no more to-day1 ,we'll sing one song for the old ,kentucky home1 ,for our old ,kentucky home far away4 ,as the song was finished tears flowed down the old people's cheeks2 the children crept from their hiding place behind the trees1 their faces wreathed in smiles4 ,the mocking bird and the thrush sought their home in the thicket1 while the old house dog still lay basking in the sun4 ,mrs4 ,t4,a4 ,sherrard ,louisville ,courier-,journal4 99 99 99 99 99 #bj stew' ard se'quel ,gal'i lee ab lu' tions in ter ces' sion ,,the ,,first ,,miracle ,,of ,,jesus4 ,in the first year of our ,lord's public life1 ,st4 ,john tells us in his gospel that there was a marriage in ,cana of ,galilee1 and the ,mother of ,jesus was there4 ,and ,jesus also was invited to the marriage4 ,mary was invited to be one of the honored guests because she was1 no doubt1 an intimate friend of the family4 ,she preceded her ,son to the wedding in order to lend her aid in the necessary preparations4 ,jesus also was asked1 and ,he did not refuse the invitation4 ,he went as freely to this house of feasting as ,he afterwards went pityingly to so many houses of mourning4 ,though worn and weary with his long fast and struggle in the desert1 ,he was pleased to attend this merry wedding feast1 and by this loving and kindly act to sanctify the bond of ,marriage1 which was to become in ,his ,church one of the seven ,sacraments4 ,the feast went gayly onward until an incident occurred that greatly disturbed the host4 ,the wine failed4 ,the host had not calculated rightly1 or perhaps he had not counted on so many guests4 ,mary1 with her motherly heart1 was the first to notice the confusion of the servants when they discovered that the wine vessels had become empty2 and leaning towards her ,son1 whispered1 ,they have no wine4 ,my hour is not yet come1 ,he answered her1 meaning that ,his time for working miracles had not yet arrived4 ,he knew on the instant what the gentle heart of ,his ,mother desired4 ,his words sounded like a refusal of the request which ,mary made rather with her eyes than with her tongue2 but the sequel shows that the ,blessed ,mother fully believed that her prayer would be granted4 ,she quietly said to the servants1 ,whatsoever ,he shall say to you1 do ye4 ,they had not long to wait4 ,there were standing close at hand six great urns of stone1 covered with branches1 as is the custom in the ,east1 in order to keep the water cool and fresh4 ,these vessels containing two or three measures apiece1 were kept in readiness for the guests1 who were required not only to wash their feet before touching the linen and drapery of the couches1 but even during the meal frequently to purify their hands4 ,already there had been many of these ablutions performed1 and the urns were being rapidly emptied4 ,fill the waterpots with water1 said ,jesus to the servants4 ,they filled them up to the brim with clear1 fresh water4 ,draw out now1 and carry to the chief steward of the feast4 ,and they carried it4 ,when the chief steward had tasted the water made wine1 and knew not whence it was1 he called the bridegroom and said to him3 ,every man at first setteth forth good wine1 and when men have well drunk then that which is worse2 but thou hast kept the good wine until now4 ,the steward had supposed at first that the host had wished to give an agreeable surprise to the company assembled at his table2 but the latter1 to his amazement1 was at once made aware that a wondrous deed had been accomplished--that water had been changed into wine6 ,jesus had performed ,his first ,miracle4 ,from this beautiful story of the first miracle of ,jesus1 we learn that ,jesus ,christ is ,god1 and that ,mary1 the ,mother of ,god1 whose intercession is all-powerful with her ,divine ,son1 has a loving and motherly care over the smallest of our life's concerns4 ,illustration3 ,,the ,,feast ,veronese4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,preceded1 went before in order of time4 ,the prefix pre- means before4 ,tell what the following words mean3 prefix1 predict1 prepare1 prejudge1 prescribe1 predestine1 precaution1 precursor1 prefigure1 prearrange4 ,read the sentences of the ,lesson that express commands4 ,memory ,gems3 ,the conscious water saw its ,god and blushed4 ,richard ,crashaw4 ,but these are written that you may believe that ,jesus is the ,christ1 the ,son of ,god2 and that believing you may have life in ,his ,name4 ,gospel of ,st4 ,john4 99 99 99 99 99 #ba dec' ades 7dek' ads7 di' a dem ,,my ,,beads4 ,sweet blessd beads6 ,i would not part ,with one of you for richest gem ,that gleams in kingly diadem3 ,ye know the history of my heart4 ,for ,i have told you every grief ,in all the days of twenty years1 ,and ,i have moistened you with tears1 ,and in your decades found relief4 ,ah6 time has fled1 and friends have failed1 ,and joys have died2 but in my needs ,ye were my friends1 my blessed beads6 ,and ye consoled me when ,i wailed4 ,for many and many a time1 in grief1 ,my weary fingers wandered round ,thy circled chain1 and always found ,in some ,hail ,mary sweet relief4 ,how many a story you might tell ,of inner life1 to all unknown2 ,i trusted you and you alone1 ,but ah6 ye keep my secrets well4 ,ye are the only chain ,i wear-- ,a sign that ,i am but the slave1 ,in life1 in death1 beyond the grave1 ,of ,jesus and ,his ,mother fair4 ,father ,ryan4 ,father ,ryan's ,poems4 ,published by ,p4 ,j4 ,kenedy ,sons1 ,new ,york4 99 99 99 99 99 ,from the following words make new words by means of the suffix -ous3 joy1 grace1 grief1 glory1 desire1 virtue1 beauty1 courage1 disaster1 harmony4 7,consult the dictionary47 ,memory ,gem3 ,mary1--our comfort and our hope1-- ,o1 may that name be given ,to be the last we sigh on earth1-- ,the first we breathe in heaven4 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 #bb ,,the ,,harp ,,that ,,once ,,through ,,tara',s ,,halls4 ,the harp that once through ,tara's halls ,the soul of music shed1 ,now hangs as mute on ,tara's walls1 ,as if that soul were fled4 ,so sleeps the pride of former days1 ,so glory's thrill is o'er1 ,and hearts1 that once beat high for praise1 ,now feel that pulse no more4 ,no more to chiefs and ladies bright ,the harp of ,tara swells2 ,the chord alone that breaks at night ,its tale of ruin tells4 ,thus ,freedom now so seldom wakes1 ,the only throb she gives ,is when some heart indignant breaks1 ,to show that still ,she lives4 ,thomas ,moore4 ,illustration3 ,,tom ,,moore 99 99 99 99 99 #bc ma'am dis suade' re spect'a ble shuf' fled dan' ger ous grate' ful wist' ful ly mit' tens outstretched' res' cue un daunt' ed an' ti qua ted ,a ,,little ,,lady4#jja ,going down a very steep street1 where the pavement was covered with ice1 ,i saw before me an old woman1 slowly and timidly picking her way4 ,she was one of the poor but respectable old ladies who dress in rusty black1 wear old-fashioned bonnets1 and carry big bags4 ,some young folks laugh at these antiquated figures2 but those who are better bred treat them with respect4 ,they find something touching in the faded suits1 the withered faces1 and the knowledge that these lonely old ladies have lost youth1 friends1 and often fortune1 and are patiently waiting to be called away from a world that seems to have passed by and forgotten them4 ,well1 as ,i slipped and shuffled along1 ,i watched the little black bonnet in front1 expecting every minute to see it go down1 and trying to hurry1 that ,i might offer my help4 ,at the corner1 ,i passed three little school-girls1 and heard one say to another1 ,o1 ,i wouldn't2 she will do well enough1 and we shall lose our coasting1 unless we hurry4 ,but if she should tumble and break her poor old bones1 ,i should feel so bad1 returned the second1 a pleasant-faced child1 whose eyes1 full of a sweet1 pitiful expression1 followed the old lady4 ,she's such a funny-looking woman1 ,i shouldn't like to be seen walking with her1 said the third1 as if she thought it a kind thing to do1 but had not the courage to try it4 ,well1 ,i don't care2 she's old1 and ought to be helped1 and ,i'm going to do it1 cried the pleasant-faced girl2 and1 running by me1 ,i saw her overtake the old lady1 who stood at a crossing1 looking wistfully over the dangerous sheet of ice before her4 ,please1 ma'am1 may ,i help you1 it's so bad here8 said the kind little voice1 as the hands in the red mittens were helpfully out-stretched4 ,o1 thank you1 dear4 ,i'd no idea the walking was so bad2 but ,i must get home4 ,and the old face lighted up with a grateful smile1 which was worth a dozen of the best coasts in ,boston4 ,take my arm then2 ,i'll help you down the street1 for ,i'm afraid you might fall1 said the child1 offering her arm4 ,yes1 dear1 so ,i will4 ,now we shall get on beautifully4 ,i've been having a dreadful time1 for my over-socks are all holes1 and ,i slip at every step4 ,keep hold1 ma'am1 ,i won't fall4 ,i have rubber boots1 and can't tumble4 ,so chatting1 the two went safely across1 leaving me and the other girls to look after them and wish that we had done the little act of kindness1 which now looked so lovely in another4 ,i think ,katy is a very good girl1 don't you8 said one child to the other4 ,yes1 ,i do2 let's wait till she comes back4 ,no matter if we do lose some coasts1 answered the child who had tried to dissuade her playmate from going to the rescue4 ,then ,i left them2 but ,i think they learned a lesson that day in real politeness2 for1 as they watched little ,katy dutifully supporting the old lady1 undaunted by the rusty dress1 the big bag1 the old socks1 and the queer bonnet1 both their faces lighted up with new respect and affection for their playmate4 ,louisa ,m4 ,alcott4 ,from ,little ,women4 ,little1 ,brown ,co41 ,publishers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,dissuade1 to advise against2 to turn from a purpose by reasons given4 ,,antiquated1 grown old2 old-fashioned4 ,tell what each contraction met with in the selection stands for4 ,use their or there properly in place of the blanks in the following sentences3 ,the girls were on -- way to the ,park4 -- was an old lady at the crossing4 ,our home is --4 ,katy and ,mary said -- mother lived --4 ,memory ,gems3 ,count that day lost ,whose low descending sun1 ,views from thy hands ,no worthy action done4 ,author unknown4 ,what ,i must do concerns me1 not what people will think4 ,emerson4 ,footnote #jja3 ,copyrighted by ,little1 ,brown ,company4 99 99 99 99 99 #bd ,,what ,,house ,,to ,,like4 ,for ,recitation3 ,some love the glow of outward show1 ,some love mere wealth and try to win it2 ,the house to me may lowly be ,if ,i but like the people in it4 ,what's all the gold that glitters cold1 ,when linked to hard or haughty feeling8 ,whate'er we're told1 the noble gold ,is truth of heart and manly dealing4 ,a lowly roof may give us proof ,that lowly flowers are often fairest2 ,and trees whose bark is hard and dark ,may yield us fruit and bloom the rarest4 ,there's worth as sure 'neath garments poor ,as e'er adorned a loftier station2 ,and minds as just as those1 we trust1 ,whose claim is but of wealth's creation4 ,then let them seek1 whose minds are weak1 ,mere fashion's smile1 and try to win it2 ,the house to me may lowly be ,if ,i but like the people in it4 ,anon4 99 99 99 99 99 ,what is meant by haughty feeling8 ,what does the author say the noble gold is8 ,is bloom in the third stanza an action-word or a name-word8 ,why8 ,give in your own words the thought of the fourth stanza4 ,use to1 too1 two1 properly before each of the following words3 hard1 win1 people1 minds1 dark1 yield4 ,what virtues does the poem recommend8 ,what lowly flowers are often fairest8 ,what lowly virtue does the following stanza suggest8 ,the bird that sings on highest wing1 ,builds on the ground her lowly nest2 ,and she that doth most sweetly sing1 ,sings in the shade when all things rest4 ,montgomery4 ,name the two birds referred to4 99 99 99 99 99 #be sears flecked de signed' strait'ened il lu'mined ,a ,,song ,,of ,,duty4 ,sorrow comes and sorrow goes2 ,life is flecked with shine and shower2 ,now the tear of grieving flows1 ,now we smile in happy hour2 ,death awaits us1 every one-- ,toiler1 dreamer1 preacher1 writer-- ,let us then1 ere life be done1 ,make the world a little brighter6 ,burdens that our neighbors bear1 ,easier let us try to make them2 ,chains perhaps our neighbors wear1 ,let us do our best to break them4 ,from the straitened hand and mind1 ,let us loose the binding fetter1 ,let us1 as the ,lord designed1 ,make the world a little better6 ,selfish brooding sears the soul1 ,fills the mind with clouds of sorrow1 ,darkens all the shining goal ,of the sun-illumined morrow2 ,wherefore should our lives be spent ,daily growing blind and blinder-- ,let us1 as the ,master meant1 ,make the world a little kinder6 ,denis ,a4 ,mc,carthy4 ,from ,voices from ,erin4 ,angel ,guardian ,press1 ,boston1 ,mass4 99 99 99 99 99 #bf ,sod' om spright' ly the o lo' gi an his' to ry ,to bi' as cre at' ed pro ceed' ed sep' a ra ted min' is ter ,au gus' tine crit' i cise cat' e ehism de ter' mined ,as cen' sion ,res ur rec' tion ,,an ,,evening ,,with ,,the ,,angels4 ,well1 ,james1 said a kind-voiced mother1 you promised to tell ,maggie all about the ,catechism you heard this afternoon at school4 ,all right1 mother1 answered sprightly ,james1 anything at all to make ,maggie happy4 ,let's begin right away4 ,maggie1 you said1 continued ,james1 that you never could find out when the angels were created4 ,neither could our teacher tell me4 ,and ,i'm told ,st4 ,augustine could only make a guess when they were created4 ,he thought the angels were created when ,god separated the light from the darkness4 ,but that's no matter1 anyhow4 ,we're sure there are angels2 that's the chief point4 ,are you quite certain8 asked ,maggie4 ,to be sure ,i am1 said ,james4 ,if ,i met a man in the street ,i would know he must have a father and a mother1 although ,i had never heard when he was born4 ,that's so1 chimed in the proud mother4 ,well1 then1 mother1 many angels have been seen on earth1 and they must have been created some time4 ,let me tell you some of the places where it is said in the ,bible that angels have been seen1 and where they spoke1 too4 ,now1 ,james1 said the father1 let ,maggie see if she can find out some of those places herself4 ,here is the ,bible4 ,with the help of mother and ,james1 ,maggie soon found the history of ,adam and ,eve1 where it is recorded that an angel with a flaming sword was placed at the gate of ,paradise4 ,poor ,adam and ,eve1 said ,maggie1 they must have felt very sad4 ,yes1 answered ,father ,kennedy1 who dropped in just then1 and beheld his young theologians with the holy ,book before them4 ,they felt very sorry1 indeed1 but they were consoled when told that a ,savior would come to redeem them4 ,so you told us last ,sunday1 chimed in ,james4 ,then you spoke about the angels at ,bethlehem who sang glory to ,god in the highest4 ,and there was an angel in the desert when our ,lord was tempted1 proceeded the father4 ,oh6 did you hear papa say the devil was an angel8 exclaimed ,james4 ,of course the devil is an angel1 said ,maggie1 glad to trip up her big brother1 but he is a bad one4 ,i say yet that there were angels with our ,lord after ,his forty days' fast1 insisted ,james4 ,so ,i say1 too1 retorted ,maggie2 but while only one bad angel tempted our ,lord1 many good angels came to minister unto ,him4 ,very well1 indeed1 said ,father ,kennedy4 ,but let's hurry over some other points about the angels4 ,your turn2 ,master ,james1 and give only the place and person in each case4 ,well1 let me see2 there were ,abraham and the three angels who went to ,sodom1 and the angels who beat the man that wanted to steal money from the temple1 and the angel who took ,tobias on a long journey4 ,please1 ,father ,kennedy1 wasn't it an ,archangel8 inquired ,maggie1 still determined to surpass her brother4 ,never mind that1 said the priest4 ,go on1 ,james2 'twill be ,maggie's turn soon4 ,well1 there was an angel in the ,garden of ,olives1 and angels at the ,resurrection of our ,lord1 and angels at ,his ,ascension4 ,here ,maggie exclaimed1 ,please1 ,father ,kennedy1 may ,i have till next ,sunday to search out some angels8 ,james has taken all mine4 ,no1 mildly said the delighted clergyman1 your angel is always with you1 and ,james has his1 too4 ,father ,kennedy1 there's a man dying in the block behind the church1 said the servant from the half-open parlor door4 ,excuse my coming in without knocking4 ,they're in a great hurry4 ,good night1 children1 said the devoted priest1 till next ,sunday4 ,may your angels watch over you in the meantime4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,archangel 73ark an' j7el71 a chief angel4 ,,archbishop 73arch bish' 7up71 a chief bishop4 ,,arch1 as a prefix1 means chief1 and in nearly every case the ch is soft1 as in archbishop4 ,in archangel1 architect1 and in one or two other words1 the ch k4 ,,arch1 as a suffix1 is pronounced 3ark1 and means ruler2 as monarch1 a sole ruler2 one who rules alone4 ,make a list of all the words of the ,lesson that are contractions4 ,write after each what it is a contraction of4 ,,earthward earth ward 7werd74 ward is here a suffix meaning course1 direction to1 motion towards4 ,add this ,,suffix to the end of each of the following words1 and tell the meaning of each new word formed3 up1 sea1 back1 down1 east1 west1 land1 earth4 ,,what word is the opposite in meaning of each of these new words8 ,memory ,gem3 ,the generous heart ,should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain4 ,tennyson4 99 99 99 99 99 #bg ebb' ing spon' sor judg' ments el' e ments tu' te lage ,,my ,,guardian ,,angel4 ,my oldest friend1 mine from the hour ,when first ,i drew my breath2 ,my faithful friend1 that shall be mine1 ,unfailing1 till my death4 ,thou hast been ever at my side2 ,my ,maker to thy trust ,consign'd my soul1 what time ,he framed ,the infant child of dust4 ,no beating heart in holy prayer1 ,no faith1 inform'd aright1 ,gave me to ,joseph's tutelage1 ,or ,michael's conquering might4 ,nor patron saint1 nor ,mary's love1-- ,the dearest and the best1-- ,has known my being as thou hast known1 ,and blest as thou hast blest4 ,thou wast my sponsor at the font2 ,and thou1 each budding year1 ,didst whisper elements of truth ,into my childish ear4 ,and when1 ere boyhood yet was gone1 ,my rebel spirit fell1 ,ah6 thou didst see1 and shudder too1 ,yet bear each deed of ,hell4 ,and then in turn1 when judgments came4 ,and scared me back again1 ,thy quick soft breath was near to soothe ,and hallow every pain4 ,oh6 who of all thy toils and cares ,can tell the tale complete1 ,to place me under ,mary's smile1 ,and ,peter's royal feet6 ,and thou wilt hang above my bed1 ,when life is ebbing low2 ,of doubt1 impatience1 and of gloom1 ,the jealous1 sleepless foe4 ,mine1 when ,i stand before my ,judge2 ,and mine1 if spared to stay ,within the golden furnace till ,my sin is burn'd away4 ,and mine1 ,o ,brother of my soul1 ,when my release shall come2 ,thy gentle arms shall lift me then1 ,thy wings shall waft me home4 ,cardinal ,newman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,illustration3 ,,the ,,guardian ,,angel ,explain the following expressions3 ,joseph's tutelage2 ,michael's conquering might2 my sponsor at the font2 each budding year2 my rebel spirit fell2 ,peter's royal feet4 ,describe the picture4 99 99 99 99 99 #bh quoth crooned frisked beech'-wood twain se'rene frol'icked wan'dering ,,little ,,bell4 ,piped the blackbird on the beech-wood spray3 ,pretty maid1 slow wandering this way1 ,what's your name8 quoth he1-- ,what's your name8 ,oh1 stop1 and straight unfold1 ,pretty maid1 with showery curls of gold6 ,little ,bell1 said she4 ,little ,bell sat down beneath the rocks1 ,tossed aside her gleaming1 golden locks4 ,bonny bird1 quoth she1 ,sing me your best song before ,i go1 ,here's the very finest song ,i know1 ,little ,bell1 said he4 ,and the blackbird piped3 you never heard ,half so gay a song from any bird1-- ,full of quips and wiles1 ,now so round and rich1 now soft and slow1 ,all for love of that sweet face below1 ,dimpled o'er with smiles4 ,and the while the bonny bird did pour ,his full heart out freely1 o'er and o'er1 ',neath the morning skies1 ,in the little childish heart below ,all the sweetness seemed to grow and grow1 ,and shine forth in happy overflow ,from the blue1 bright eyes4 ,down the dell she tripped2 and through the glade ,peeped the squirrel from the hazel shade1 ,and from out the tree ,swung1 and leaped1 and frolicked1 void of fear1 ,while bold blackbird piped1 that all might hear3 ,little ,bell6 piped he4 ,little ,bell sat down amid the fern3 ,squirrel1 squirrel1 to your task return2 ,bring me nuts1 quoth she4 ,up1 away1 the frisky squirrel hies1-- ,golden woodlights glancing in his eyes1-- ,and adown the tree ,great ripe nuts1 kissed brown by ,july sun1 ,in the little lap dropped1 one by one4 ,hark6 how blackbird pipes to see the fun6 ,happy ,bell6 pipes he4 ,little ,bell looked up and down the glade3 ,squirrel1 squirrel1 if you're not afraid1 ,come and share with me6 ,down came squirrel1 eager for his fare1 ,down came bonny blackbird1 ,i declare6 ,little ,bell gave each his honest share2 ,ah6 the merry three6 ,and the while these woodland playmates twain ,piped and frisked from bough to bough again1 ',neath the morning skies1 ,in the little childish heart below ,all the sweetness seemed to grow and grow1 ,and shine out in happy overflow ,from her blue1 bright eyes4 ,by her snow-white cot at close of day ,knelt sweet ,bell1 with folded palms1 to pray3 ,very calm and clear ,rose the praying voice to where1 unseen1 ,in blue heaven1 an angel shape serene ,paused awhile to hear4 ,what good child is this1 the angel said1 ,that1 with happy heart1 beside her bed ,prays so lovingly8 ,low and soft1 oh6 very low and soft1 ,crooned the blackbird in the orchard croft1 ,bell1 dear ,bell6 crooned he4 ,whom ,god's creatures love1 the angel fair ,whispered1 ,god doth bless with angels' care2 ,child1 thy bed shall be ,folded safe from harm4 ,love1 deep and kind1 ,shall watch around1 and leave good gifts behind1 ,little ,bell1 for thee4 ,thomas ,westwood4 ,illustration3 ,a ,,study ,,of ,,little ,,bell croft1 a small inclosed field1 near a house4 croon1 to sing in a low tone4 quips1 quick1 smart turns4 piping1 making a shrill sound like that of a pipe or flute4 ,in the first stanza what are the marks called that enclose ,little ,bell8 ,why are these marks used here8 ,name the words of the poem in which the apostrophe is used4 ,tell what it denotes in each case4 ,where does the poem first take us8 ,what do we see there8 ,in what words does the blackbird address the pretty maid1 slowly wandering his way8 ,who is she8 ,seated beneath the rocks1 what does ,little ,bell ask the blackbird to do8 ,read the lines that describe the blackbird's song4 ,why did the bird sing so sweetly8 ,what were the effects of his song on the little childish heart below8 ,seated amid the fern1 what did ,little ,bell ask the squirrel to do8 ,read the lines that tell what the squirrel did4 ,what invitation did the squirrel receive from ,little ,bell8 ,where does the poem bring us at the close of day8 ,tell what you see there4 ,read the lines that tell what the angel asked4 ,read the angel's words in the first two lines of the last stanza4 ,what is their meaning8 ,what promises did the angel make to this good child8 ,why did he make such beautiful promises8 ,tell what the following words and expressions of the poem mean3 quoth he2 straight unfold2 dell2 glade2 hies2 showery curls of gold2 bonny bird2 hazel shade2 void of fear2 golden woodlights2 adown the tree2 playmates twain2 with folded palms2 an angel shape2 with angels' care2 the bird did pour his full heart out freely2 the sweetness did shine forth in happy overflow4 ,select a stanza of the poem1 and express in your own words the thought it contains4 ,describe some of the pictures the poem brings to mind4 ,what is the lesson the poet wishes us to learn from this poem8 ,show how the couplet of the ,english poet1 ,coleridge1-- ,he prayeth best who loveth best1 ,all things both great and small1-- is illustrated in the story of ,little ,bell4 ,write a composition on the story from the following hints3 ,where did ,little ,bell go8 ,in what season of the year8 ,at what time of day8 ,how old was she8 ,how did she look8 ,what companions did she meet8 ,what did the three friends do8 ,how did the little girl close the day8 ,in your composition1 use as many words and phrases of the poem as you can4 99 99 99 99 99 ,memorize3 ,prayer is the dew of faith1 ,its raindrop1 night and day1 ,that guards its vital power from death ,when cherished hopes decay1 ,and keeps it mid this changeful scene1 ,a bright1 perennial evergreen4 ,good works1 of faith the fruit1 ,should ripen year by year1 ,of health and soundness at the root ,and evidence sincere4 ,dear ,savior1 grant thy blessing free ,and make our faith no barren tree4 ,lydia ,h4 ,sigourney4 99 99 99 99 99 #bi na'bob ap plaud'ed un as sum'ing sad' dler dif' fi dence sec' re ta ry ob scured' live' li hood su per cil' i ous ,a ,,modest ,,wit4 ,for ,recitation3 ,a supercilious nabob of the ,east-- ,haughty1 being great--purse-proud1 being rich-- ,a governor1 or general1 at the least1 ,i have forgotten which-- ,had in his family a humble youth1 ,who went from ,england in his patron's suit1 ,an unassuming boy1 in truth ,a lad of decent parts1 and good repute4 ,this youth had sense and spirit2 ,but yet with all his sense1 ,excessive diffidence ,obscured his merit4 ,one day1 at table1 flushed with pride and wine1 ,his honor1 proudly free1 severely merry1 ,conceived it would be vastly fine ,to crack a joke upon his secretary4 ,young man1 said he1 by what art1 craft1 or trade1 ,did your good father gain a livelihood8-- ,he was a saddler1 sir1 ,modestus said1 ,and in his line was reckoned good4 ,a saddler1 eh8 and taught you ,greek1 ,instead of teaching you to sew6 ,pray1 why did not your father make ,a saddler1 sir1 of you8 ,each flatterer1 then1 as in duty bound1 ,the joke applauded1 and the laugh went round4 ,at length1 ,modestus1 bowing low1 ,said 7craving pardon1 if too free he made71 ,sir1 by your leave1 ,i fain would know ,your father's trade6 ,my father's trade8 ,heavens6 that's too bad6 ,my father's trade6 ,why1 blockhead1 are you mad8 ,my father1 sir1 did never stoop so low4 ,he was a gentleman1 ,i'd have you know4 ,excuse the liberty ,i take1 ,modestus said1 with archness on his brow1 ,pray1 why did not your father make ,a gentleman of you8 ,selleck ,osborne4 99 99 99 99 99 fain1 gladly4 archness1 sly humor free from malice4 suit 7sut71 the people who attend upon a person of distinction2 often written suite 7swet74 ,write the plural forms of boy1 man1 duty1 youth1 family1 secretary4 ,copy these sentences1 using other words instead of those in italics3 ,he was an unassuming boy1 of decent parts and good repute4 ,his diffidence obscured his merit4 ,excuse the liberty ,i take4 ,memory ,gems3 ,the rank is but the guinea's stamp1-- ,the man's the gold for a' that6 ,burns4 ,one cannot always be a hero1 but one can always be a man4 ,goethe 7gu' te74 99 99 99 99 99 #cj ,,woodman1 ,,spare ,,that ,,tree4#jjb ,for ,recitation3 ,woodman1 spare that tree6 ,touch not a single bough6 ,in youth it sheltered me1 ,and ,i'll protect it now4 ',twas my forefather's hand ,that placed it near his cot2 ,there1 woodman1 let it stand1 ,thy ax shall harm it not6 ,that old familiar tree1 ,whose glory and renown ,are spread o'er land and sea-- ,and wouldst thou hew it down8 ,woodman1 forbear thy stroke6 ,cut not its earth-bound ties2 ,oh6 spare that aged oak1 ,now towering to the skies4 ,when but an idle boy1 ,i sought its grateful shade2 ,in all their gushing joy ,here1 too1 my sisters played4 ,my mother kissed me here2 ,my father pressed my hand2-- ,forgive this foolish tear1 ,but let that old oak stand4 ,my heartstrings round thee cling1 ,close as thy bark1 old friend6 ,here shall the wild bird sing1 ,and still thy branches bend4 ,old tree6 the storm still brave6 ,and1 ,woodman1 leave the spot6 ,while ,i've a hand to save1 ,thy ax shall harm it not4 ,george ,p4 ,morris1 ,footnote #jjb3 ,,note4--,many trees in our country are landmarks1 and are valued highly4 ,the early settlers were accustomed to plant trees and dedicate them to liberty4 ,one of these was planted at ,cambridge1 ,mass41 and it was under the shade of this venerable ,elm that ,george ,washington took command of the ,continental army1 ,july #crd1 #agge4 ,there are other trees around whose trunks and under whose boughs whole families of children passed much of their childhood4 ,when one of these falls or is destroyed1 it is like the death of some honored citizen4 ,judge ,harris of ,georgia1 a scholar1 and a gentleman of extensive literary culture1 regarded ,woodman1 ,spare that ,tree as one of the truest lyrics of the age4 ,he never heard it sung or recited without being deeply moved4 99 99 99 99 99 #ca car' goes em bar' go im mor' tal ized prin' ci ple col' o nists rep re sen ta' tion de ri' sion pa' tri ot ism ,phil a del' phi a ,,the ,,boston ,,tea ,,party4 ,shortly before the ,war of the ,revolution broke out1 ,george ,,iii1 ,king of ,england1 claimed the right to tax the people of this country1 though he did not permit them to take any part in framing the laws under which they lived4 ,he placed a light tax on tea1 just to teach ,americans that they could not escape taxation altogether4 ,but the colonists were fighting for a principle1--that of no taxation without representation1 and would not buy the tea4 ,in ,new ,york and ,philadelphia the people would not allow the vessels to land their cargoes4 ,the women of ,america held meetings in many towns1 and declared they would drink no tea until the hated tax was removed4 ,the ladies had a hard time of it without their consoling cup of tea1 but they stood out nobly4 ,three shiploads of tea were sent to ,boston4 ,on the night of ,december #af1 #aggc1 a party of young ,americans1 painted and dressed like ,indians1 boarded the three vessels lying in the harbor1 opened the chests1 and emptied all the tea into the water4 ,they then slipped away to their homes1 and were never found out by the ,british4 ,one of the leaders of these daring young men was ,paul ,revere1 whose famous midnight ride has been immortalized by ,longfellow4 ,when the news of the ,boston ,tea ,party was carried across the ocean1 the anger of the ,king was aroused1 and he sent a strong force of soldiers to ,boston to bring the rebels to terms4 ,this act only increased the spirit of patriotism that burned in the breasts of all ,americans4 ,illustration3 ,george ,p4 ,morris1 the poet1 describes this ,tea ,party1 and the origin of the tune ,yankee ,doodle1 in the following verses1 which our ,american boys and girls of to-day will gladly read and sing3 ,once on a time old ,johnny ,bull flew in a raging fury1 ,and swore that ,jonathan should have no trials1 sir1 by jury2 ,that no elections should be held1 across the briny waters2 ,and now1 said he1 ,i'll tax the tea of all his sons and daughters4 ,then down he sate in burly state1 and blustered like a grandee1 ,and in derision made a tune called ,yankee doodle dandy4 ,yankee doodle--these are facts--,yankee doodle dandy2 ,my son of wax1 your tea ,i'll tax2 you ,yankee doodle dandy6 ,john sent the tea from o'er the sea1 with heavy duties rated2 ,but whether hyson or bohea1 ,i never heard it stated4 ,then ,jonathan to pout began--he laid a strong embargo-- ,i'll drink no tea1 by ,jove6 so he threw overboard the cargo4 ,then ,johnny sent a regiment1 big words and looks to bandy1 ,whose martial band1 when near the land1 played ,yankee doodle dandy4 ,yankee doodle--keep it up--,yankee doodle dandy-- ,i'll poison with a tax your cup1 you ,yankee doodle dandy4 ,a long war then they had1 in which ,john was at last defeated1 ,and ,yankee ,doodle was the march to which his troops retreated4 ,cute ,jonathan1 to see them fly1 could not restrain his laughter2 ,that tune1 said he1 suits to a ,t--,i'll sing it ever after6 ,old ,johnny's face1 to his disgrace1 was flushed with beer and brandy1 ,e'en while he swore to sing no more this ,yankee doodle dandy4 ,yankee doodle1--ho-ha-he--,yankee doodle dandy1 ,we kept the tune1 but not the tea--,yankee doodle dandy4 ,i've told you now the origin of this most lively ditty1 ,which ,johnny ,bull dislikes as dull and stupid--what a pity6 ,with ,hail ,columbia it is sung1 in chorus full and hearty-- ,on land and main we breathe the strain ,john made for his tea party1 ,no matter how we rhyme the words1 the music speaks them handy1 ,and where's the fair can't sing the air of ,yankee doodle dandy8 ,yankee doodle1 firm and true--,yankee doodle dandy-- ,yankee doodle1 doodle do1 ,yankee doodle dandy6 99 99 99 99 99 ,the people of the thirteen original colonies adopted as a principle1 ,no taxation without representation4 ,what did they mean by this8 ,name the thirteen original colonies4 ,are the last syllables of the words principle and principal pronounced alike8 ,use the two words in sentences of your own4 ,what does with heavy duties rated mean8 ,pronounce distinctly the final consonants in the words colonists1 insects1 friend1 friends1 nests1 priests1 lifts1 tempts4 ,write the plural forms of the following words3 solo1 echo1 negro1 cargo1 piano1 calico1 potato1 embargo4 ,how should a word be broken or divided when there is not room for all of it at the end of a line8 ,illustrate by means of examples found in your ,reader4 99 99 99 99 99 #cb scenes source seized re ceive' poised nec' tar re verts' ,ju' pi ter cat' a ract ex' qui site in tru' sive ly ,,the ,,old ,,oaken ,,bucket4 ,how dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood1 ,when fond recollection presents them to view6 ,the orchard1 the meadow1 the deep-tangled wild-wood1 ,and every loved spot that my infancy knew2-- ,the wide-spreading pond1 and the mill that stood by it2 ,the bridge1 and the rock where the cataract fell2 ,the cot of my father1 the dairy-house nigh it1 ,and e'en the rude bucket which hung in the well3 ,the old oaken bucket1 the ironbound bucket1 ,the moss-covered bucket1 which hung in the well4 ,that moss-covered vessel ,i hailed as a treasure2 ,for often1 at noon1 when returned from the field1 ,i found it the source of an exquisite pleasure1 ,the purest and sweetest that nature can yield4 ,how ardent ,i seized it with hands that were glowing1 ,and quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell2 ,then soon1 with the emblem of truth overflowing1 ,and dripping with coolness1 it rose from the well3 ,the old oaken bucket1 the ironbound bucket1 ,the moss-covered bucket arose from the well4 ,how sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it1 ,as1 poised on the curb1 it inclined to my lips6 ,not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it1 ,though filled with the nectar that ,jupiter sips4 ,and now1 far removed from that loved habitation1 ,the tear of regret will intrusively swell1 ,as fancy reverts to my father's plantation1 ,and sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well3 ,the old oaken bucket1 the ironbound bucket1 ,the moss-covered bucket1 which hangs in the well6 ,samuel ,woodworth4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 ,make a list of the describing-words of the poem1 and tell what each describes4 ,use each to describe something else4 ,make a list of the words of the poem that you never use1 and tell what word you would have used in the place of each had you tried to express its meaning4 ,which word is better1 yours or the author's8 ,why8 99 99 99 99 99 #cc blouse receipt'ed coun' te nance ab sorbed' con trast' ed for' tu nate ly mir' a cle stock'-still good-hu' mored ly ,,the ,,boy ,,and ,,the ,,crickets4 ,my friend ,jacques went into a baker's shop one day to buy a little cake which he had fancied in passing4 ,he intended it for a child whose appetite was gone1 and who could be coaxed to eat only by amusing him4 ,he thought that such a pretty loaf might tempt even the sick4 ,while he waited for his change1 a little boy six or eight years old1 in poor but perfectly clean clothes1 entered the baker's shop4 ,ma'am1 said he to the baker's wife1 mother sent me for a loaf of bread4 ,the woman climbed upon the counter 7this happened in a country town71 took from the shelf of four-pound loaves the best one she could find1 and put it into the arms of the little boy4 ,my friend ,jacques then first observed the thin and thoughtful face of the little fellow4 ,it contrasted strongly with the round1 open countenance of the great loaf1 of which he was taking the greatest care4 ,have you any money8 said the baker's wife4 ,the little boy's eyes grew sad4 ,no1 ma'am1 said he1 hugging the loaf closer to his thin blouse2 but mother told me to say that she would come and speak to you about it to-morrow4 ,run along1 said the good woman2 carry your bread home1 child4 ,thank you1 ma'am1 said the poor little fellow4 ,my friend ,jacques came forward for his money4 ,he had put his purchase into his pocket1 and was about to go1 when he found the child with the big loaf1 whom he had supposed to be halfway home1 standing stock-still behind him4 ,what are you doing there8 said the baker's wife to the child1 whom she also had thought to be fairly off4 ,don't you like the bread8 ,oh yes1 ma'am6 said the child4 ,well1 then1 carry it to your mother1 my little friend4 ,if you wait any longer1 she will think you are playing by the way1 and you will get a scolding4 ,the child did not seem to hear4 ,something else absorbed his attention4 ,the baker's wife went up to him1 and gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder1 ,what are you thinking about8 said she4 ,ma'am1 said the little boy1 what is it that sings8 ,there is no singing1 said she4 ,yes6 cried the little fellow4 ,hear it6 ,queek1 queek1 queek1 queek6 ,my friend and the woman both listened1 but they could hear nothing1 unless it was the song of the crickets1 frequent guests in bakers' houses4 ,it is a little bird1 said the dear little fellow2 or perhaps the bread sings when it bakes1 as apples do8 ,no1 indeed1 little goosey6 said the baker's wife2 those are crickets4 ,they sing in the bakehouse because we are lighting the oven1 and they like to see the fire4 ,crickets6 said the child2 are they really crickets8 ,yes1 to be sure1 said she good-humoredly4 ,the child's face lighted up4 ,ma'am1 said he1 blushing at the boldness of his request1 ,i would like it very much if you would give me a cricket4 ,a cricket6 said the baker's wife1 smiling2 what in the world would you do with a cricket1 my little friend8 ,i would gladly give you all there are in the house1 to get rid of them1 they run about so4 ,o ma'am1 give me one1 only one1 if you please6 said the child1 clasping his little thin hands under the big loaf4 ,they say that crickets bring good luck into houses2 and perhaps if we had one at home1 mother1 who has so much trouble1 wouldn't cry any more4 ,why does your poor mamma cry8 said my friend1 who could no longer help joining in the conversation4 ,on account of her bills1 sir1 said the little fellow4 ,father is dead1 and mother works very hard1 but she cannot pay them all4 ,my friend took the child1 and with him the great loaf1 into his arms1 and ,i really believe he kissed them both4 ,meanwhile the baker's wife1 who did not dare to touch a cricket herself1 had gone into the bakehouse4 ,she made her husband catch four1 and put them into a box with holes in the cover1 so that they might breathe4 ,she gave the box to the child1 who went away perfectly happy4 ,when he had gone1 the baker's wife and my friend gave each other a good squeeze of the hand4 ,poor little fellow6 said they both together4 ,then she took down her account book1 and1 finding the page where the mother's charges were written1 made a great dash all down the page1 and then wrote at the bottom1 ,paid4 ,meanwhile my friend1 to lose no time1 had put up in paper all the money in his pockets1 where fortunately he had quite a sum that day1 and had begged the good wife to send it at once to the mother of the little cricket-boy1 with her bill receipted1 and a note1 in which he told her she had a son who would one day be her joy and pride4 ,they gave it to a baker's boy with long legs1 and told him to make haste4 ,the child1 with his big loaf1 his four crickets1 and his little short legs1 could not run very fast1 so that1 when he reached home1 he found his mother1 for the first time in many weeks1 with her eyes raised from her work1 and a smile of peace and happiness upon her lips4 ,the boy believed that it was the arrival of his four little black things which had worked this miracle1 and ,i do not think he was mistaken4 ,without the crickets1 and his good little heart1 would this happy change have taken place in his mother's fortunes8 ,from the ,french of ,pierre ,j4 ,hetzel4 99 99 99 99 99 ,jacques 7zh3ak71 ,james4 ,in the selection1 find ten sentences that ask questions1 and five that express commands or requests4 ,what mark of punctuation always follows the first kind8 ,the second8 ,memorize3 ,in the evening ,i sit near my poker and tongs1 ,and ,i dream in the firelight's glow1 ,and sometimes ,i quaver forgotten old songs ,that ,i listened to long ago4 ,then out of the cinders there cometh a chirp ,like an echoing1 answering cry1-- ,little we care for the outside world1 ,my friend the cricket1 and ,i4 ,for my cricket has learnt1 ,i am sure of it quite1 ,that this earth is a silly1 strange place1 ,and perhaps he's been beaten and hurt in the fight1 ,and perhaps he's been passed in the race4 ,but ,i know he has found it far better to sing ,than to talk of ill luck and to sigh1-- ,little we care for the outside world1 ,my friend the cricket1 and ,i4 99 99 99 99 99 #cd ,for ,recitation3 ,,our ,,heroes4 ,here's a hand to the boy who has courage ,to do what he knows to be right2 ,when he falls in the way of temptation ,he has a hard battle to fight4 ,who strives against self and his comrades ,will find a most powerful foe3 ,all honor to him if he conquers2 ,a cheer for the boy who says ,no6 ,there's many a battle fought daily ,the world knows nothing about2 ,there's many a brave little soldier ,whose strength puts a legion to rout4 ,and he who fights sin single-handed ,is more of a hero1 ,i say1 ,than he who leads soldiers to battle1 ,and conquers by arms in the fray4 ,be steadfast1 my boy1 when you're tempted1 ,and do what you know to be right2 ,stand firm by the colors of manhood1 ,and you will o'ercome in the fight4 ,the right6 be your battle cry ever ,in waging the warfare of life2 ,and ,god1 who knows who are the heroes1 ,will give you the strength for the strife4 ,phoebe ,cary4 ,from ,poems for the ,study of ,language4 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,publishers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,write sentences each containing one of the following words3 ,i1 me2 he1 him2 she1 her2 they1 them4 ,memory ,gems3 ,for raising the spirits1 for brightening the eyes1 for bringing back vanished smiles1 for making one brave and courageous1 light-hearted and happy1 there is nothing like a good ,confession4 ,father ,bearne1 ,s4,j4 ,heroes must be more than driftwood ,floating on a waveless tide4 ,for right is right1 since ,god is ,god2 ,and right the day must win2 ,to doubt would be disloyalty1 ,to falter would be sin4 ,father ,faber4 ,i have fought a good fight1 ,i have finished my course1 ,i have kept the ,faith4 ,st4 ,paul4 99 99 99 99 99 #ce troll cel' er y new' fan gled thatch chink' ing as par' a gus im mense' sauce' pan de mol' ish ing sa' vor y pat' terns ag' gra va ting ,,the ,,minnows ,,with ,,silver ,,tails4 ,there was a cuckoo clock hanging in ,tom ,turner's cottage4 ,when it struck one1 ,tom's wife laid the baby in the cradle1 and took a saucepan off the fire1 from which came a very savory smell4 ,if father doesn't come soon1 she observed1 the apple dumplings will be too much done4 ,there he is6 cried the little boy2 he is coming around by the wood2 and now he's going over the bridge4 ,o father6 make haste1 and have some apple dumpling4 ,tom1 said his wife1 as he came near1 art tired to-day8 ,uncommon tired1 said ,tom1 as he threw himself on the bench1 in the shadow of the thatch4 ,has anything gone wrong8 asked his wife2 what's the matter8 ,matter6 repeated ,tom2 is anything the matter8 ,the matter is this1 mother1 that ,i'm a miserable1 hard-worked slave2 and he clapped his hands upon his knees and uttered in a deep voice1 which frightened the children--a miserable slave6 ,bless us6 said the wife1 but could not make out what he meant4 ,a miserable1 ill-used slave1 continued ,tom1 and always have been4 ,always have been8 said his wife3 why1 father1 ,i thought thou used to say1 at the election time1 that thou wast a free-born ,briton4 ,women have no business with politics1 said ,tom1 getting up rather sulkily4 ,whether it was the force of habit1 or the smell of the dinner1 that made him do it1 has not been ascertained2 but it is certain that he walked into the house1 ate plenty of pork and greens1 and then took a tolerable share in demolishing the apple dumpling4 ,when the little children were gone out to play1 ,tom's wife said to him1 ,i hope thou and thy master haven't had words to-day4 ,we've had no words1 said ,tom1 impatiently2 but ,i'm sick of being at another man's beck and call4 ,it's1 ',tom1 do this1' and ',tom do that1' and nothing but work1 work1 work1 from ,monday morning till ,saturday night4 ,i was thinking as ,i walked over to ,squire ,morton's to ask for the turnip seed for master1--,i was thinking1 ,sally1 that ,i am nothing but a poor workingman after all4 ,in short1 ,i'm a slave2 and my spirit won't stand it4 ,so saying1 ,tom flung himself out at the cottage door1 and his wife thought he was going back to his work as usual2 but she was mistaken4 ,he walked to the wood1 and there1 when he came to the border of a little tinkling stream1 he sat down and began to brood over his grievances4 ,now1 ,i'll tell you what1 said ,tom to himself1 it's much pleasanter sitting here in the shade1 than broiling over celery trenches1 and thinning wall fruit1 with a baking sun at one's back1 and a hot wall before one's eyes4 ,but ,i'm a miserable slave4 ,i must either work or see my family starve2 a very hard lot it is to be a workingman4 ,ahem1 said a voice close to him4 ,tom started1 and1 to his great surprise1 saw a small man about the size of his own baby1 sitting composedly at his elbow4 ,he was dressed in green1--green hat1 green coat1 and green shoes4 ,he had very bright black eyes1 and they twinkled very much as he looked at ,tom and smiled4 ,servant1 sir6 said ,tom1 edging himself a little farther off4 ,miserable slave1 said the small man1 art thou so far lost to the noble sense of freedom that thy very salutation acknowledges a mere stranger as thy master8' ,who are you1 said ,tom1 and how dare you call me a slave8 ,tom1 said the small man1 with a knowing look1 don't speak roughly4 ,keep your rough words for your wife1 my man2 she is bound to bear them4 ,i'll thank you to let my affairs alone1 interrupted ,tom1 shortly4 ,tom1 ,i'm your friend2 ,i think ,i can help you out of your difficulty4 ,every minnow in this stream--they are very scarce1 mind you--has a silver tail4 ,you don't say so1 exclaimed ,tom1 opening his eyes very wide2 fishing for minnows and being one's own master would be much pleasanter than the sort of life ,i've been leading this many a day4 ,well1 keep the secret as to where you get them1 and much good may it do you1 said the man in green4 ,farewell2 ,i wish you joy in your freedom4 ,so saying1 he walked away1 leaving ,tom on the brink of the stream1 full of joy and pride4 ,he went to his master and told him that he had an opportunity for bettering himself1 and should not work for him any longer4 ,the next day1 he arose with the dawn1 and went in search of minnows4 ,but of all the minnows in the world1 never were any so nimble as those with silver tails4 ,they were very shy1 too1 and had as many turns and doubles as a hare2 what a life they led him6 ,they made him troll up the stream for miles2 then1 just as he thought his chase was at an end and he was sure of them1 they would leap quite out of the water1 and dart down the stream again like little silver arrows4 ,miles and miles he went1 tired1 wet1 and hungry4 ,he came home late in the evening1 wearied and footsore1 with only three minnows in his pocket1 each with a silver tail4 ,but1 at any rate1 he said to himself1 as he lay down in his bed1 though they lead me a pretty life1 and ,i have to work harder than ever1 yet ,i certainly am free2 no man can now order me about4 ,this went on for a whole week2 he worked very hard2 but1 up to ,saturday afternoon1 he had caught only fourteen minnows4 ,after all1 however1 his fish were really great curiosities2 and when he had exhibited them all over the town1 set them out in all lights1 praised their perfections1 and taken immense pains to conceal his impatience and ill temper1 he1 at length1 contrived to sell them all1 and get exactly fourteen shillings for them1 and no more4 ,now1 ,i'll tell you what1 ,tom ,turner1 said he to himself1 ,i've found out this afternoon1 and ,i don't mind your knowing it1--that every one of those customers of yours was your master4 ,why6 you were at the beck of every man1 woman1 and child that came near you2--obliged to be in a good temper1 too1 which was very aggravating4 ,true1 ,tom1 said the man in green1 starting up in his path4 ,i knew you were a man of sense2 look you1 you are all workingmen2 and you must all please your customers4 ,your master was your customer2 what he bought of you was your work4 ,well1 you must let the work be such as will please the customer4 ,all workingmen8 ,how do you make that out8 said ,tom1 chinking the fourteen shillings in his hand4 ,is my master a workingman2 and has he a master of his own8 ,nonsense6 ,no nonsense at all2 he works with his head1 keeps his books1 and manages his great mills4 ,he has many masters2 else why was he nearly ruined last year8 ,he was nearly ruined because he made some newfangled kinds of patterns at his works1 and people would not buy them1 said ,tom4 ,well1 in a way of speaking1 then1 he works to please his masters1 poor fellow6 ,he is1 as one may say1 a fellow-servant1 and plagued with very awkward masters4 ,so ,i should not mind his being my master1 and ,i think ,i'll go and tell him so4 ,i would1 ,tom1 said the man in green4 ,tell him you have not been able to better yourself1 and you have no objection now to dig up the asparagus bed4 ,so ,tom trudged home to his wife1 gave her the money he had earned1 got his old master to take him back1 and kept a profound secret his adventures with the man in green4 ,jean ,ingelow4 ,illustration3 ,every minnow in the stream 7they are very scarce1 mind you7 has a silver tail4 ,here we have a group of words in parenthesis4 ,read the sentence aloud several times1 omitting the group in parenthesis4 ,now read the whole sentence1 keeping in mind the fact that the words in parenthesis are not at all important1--that they are merely thrown in by way of explanation4 ,you notice that you have read the words in parenthesis in a lower tone and faster time4 ,groups of words like the above are not always enclosed by marks of parenthesis2 but that makes no difference in the reading of them4 ,the following examples are taken from ,the ,martyr's ,boy1 page #bdc4 ,practice on them till you believe you have mastered the method4 ,i never heard anything so cold and insipid 7,i hope it is not wrong to say so7 as the compositions read by my companions4 ,only1 ,i know not why1 he seems ever to have a grudge against me4 ,i felt that ,i was strong enough--my rising anger made me so--to seize my unjust assailant by the throat1 and cast him gasping to the ground4 ,memorize3 ,work6 and the clouds of care will fly2 ,pale want will pass away4 ,work6 and the leprosy of crime ,and tyrants must decay4 ,leave the dead ages in their urns3 ,the present time be ours1 ,to grapple bravely with our lot1 ,and strew our path with flowers4 99 99 99 99 99 #cf ,,the ,,brook4 ,i come from haunts of coot and hern1 ,i make a sudden sally1 ,and sparkle out among the fern1 ,to bicker down a valley4 ,by thirty hills ,i hurry down1 ,or slip between the ridges1 ,by twenty thorps1 a little town1 ,and half a hundred bridges4 ,till last by ,philip's farm ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i chatter over stony ways ,in little sharps and trebles2 ,i bubble into eddying bays2 ,i babble on the pebbles4 ,with many a curve my banks ,i fret ,by many a field and fallow4 ,and many a fairy foreland set ,with willow-weed and mallow4 ,i chatter1 chatter1 as ,i flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,i steal by lawns and grassy plots1 ,i slide by hazel covers1 ,i move the sweet forget-me-nots ,that grow for happy lovers4 ,i slip1 ,i slide1 ,i gloom1 ,i glance1 ,among my skimming swallows2 ,i make the netted sunbeams dance ,against my sandy shallows4 ,i murmur under moon and stars ,in brambly wildernesses2 ,i linger by my shingly bars2 ,i loiter round my cresses4 ,and out again ,i curve and flow ,to join the brimming river2 ,for men may come1 and men may go1 ,but ,i go on forever4 ,tennyson4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 ,,haunts1 places of frequent resort4 ,,coot and hern1 water fowls that frequent lakes and other still waters4 ,,bicker1 to move quickly and unsteadily1 like flame or water4 ,,thorp1 a cluster of houses2 a hamlet4 ,,sharps and trebles1 terms in music4 ,they are here used to describe the sound of the brook4 ,,eddying1 moving in circles4 ,why are eddying bays dangerous to the swimmer8 ,,fretted ,,banks1 banks worn away by the action of the water4 ,,fallow1 plowed land1 foreland1 a point of land running into the sea or other water4 ,,mallow1 a kind of plant4 ,,gloom1 to shine obscurely4 ,,shingly1 abounding with shingle or loose gravel4 ,,bars1 banks of sand or gravel or rock forming a shoal in a river or harbor4 ,,cresses1 certain plants which grow near the water4 ,they are sometimes used as a salad4 99 99 99 99 99 #cg wits hale borne suit' ed prop' er ly sit u a' tion ,,learning ,,to ,,think4 ,grandpa ,dennis is one of the kindest and gentlest1 as well as one of the wisest men ,i know2 and although his step is somewhat feeble1 and the few locks that are left him are gray1 he is still more hale and hearty than many a younger man4 ,like all old people whose hearts are in the right place1 he is fond of children1 whom he likes to amuse and instruct by his pleasant talk1 as they gather round his fireside or sit upon his knee4 ,sometimes he puts questions to the young folks1 not only to find out what they know1 but also to sharpen their wits and lead them to think4 ,tell me1 ,norman1 he said one day1 as they sat together1 if ,i have a cake to divide among three persons1 how ought ,i to proceed8 ,why1 cut it into three parts1 and give one to each1 to be sure1 said ,norman4 ,let us try that plan1 and see how it will succeed4 ,suppose the cake has to be divided among you1 ,arthur and ,winnie4 ,if ,i cut off a very thin slice for you1 and divide what is left between your brother and sister1 will that be fair8 ,no1 that would not be at all fair1 ,grandpa4 ,why not8 ,did ,i not divide the cake according to your advice8 ,did ,i not cut it into three parts8 ,but one was larger than the other1 and they ought to have been exactly the same size4 ,then you think1 that if ,i had divided the cake into three equal parts1 it would have been quite fair8 ,yes2 if you had done so1 ,i should have no cause to complain4 ,now1 ,norman1 let us suppose that ,i have three baskets to send to a distance by three persons2 shall ,i act fairly if ,i give each a basket to carry8 ,stop a minute1 ,grandpa1 ,i must think a little4 ,no1 it might not be fair1 for one of the baskets might be a great deal larger than the others4 ,come1 ,norman1 ,i see that you are really beginning to think4 ,but we will take care that the baskets are all of the same size4 ,then it would be quite fair for each one to take a basket4 ,what6 if one was full of lead1 and the other two were filled with feathers8 ,oh1 no6 ,i never thought of that4 ,let the baskets be of the same weight1 and all will be right4 ,are you quite sure of that8 ,suppose one of the three persons is a strong man1 another a weak woman1 and the third a little child8 ,grandpa6 ,grandpa6 ,why1 ,i am altogether wrong4 ,how many things there are to think about4 ,well1 ,norman1 ,i hope you see that if burdens have to be equally borne1 they must be suited to the strength of those who have to bear them4 ,yes1 ,i see that clearly now4 ,put one more question to me1 ,grandpa1 and ,i will try to answer it properly this time4 ,well1 then1 my next question is this3 ,if ,i want a man to dig for me1 and three persons apply for the situation1 will it not be fair if ,i set them to work to try them1 and choose the one who does his task in the quickest time8 ,are they all to begin their work at the same time8 ,a very proper question1 ,norman3 yes1 they shall all start together4 ,has one just as much ground to dig as another8 ,exactly the same4 ,and will each man have a good spade8 ,yes1 their spades shall be exactly alike4 ,but one part of the field may be soft earth1 and the other hard and stony4 ,i will take care of that4 ,all shall be fairly dealt with4 ,the ground shall be everywhere alike4 ,well1 ,i think1 ,grandpa1 that he who does his work first1 if done as well as that of either of the other two1 is the best man4 ,and ,i think so1 too1 ,norman2 and if you go on in this way it will be greatly to your advantage4 ,only form the habit of being thoughtful in little things1 and you will be sure to judge wisely in important ones4 99 99 99 99 99 ,in the words suit 7sut7 and soon 7soon71 have the marked vowels the same sound8 ,in the two statements1-- ,i give it to you because it's good2 ,virtue brings its own reward2 why is there an apostrophe in the first it's1 and none in the second8 ,let your hands be honest and clean-- ,let your conscience be honest and clean-- ,combine these two sentences by the word and2 rewrite them1 omitting all needless words4 ,compose two sentences1 one having the action-word learned2 the other the word taught4 ,fill each of the following blank spaces with the correct form of the action-word bear3 ,as ,christ -- ,his cross1 so must we -- ours4 ,our cross must be --4 ,and -- ,his own cross1 ,he went forth to ,calvary4 99 99 99 99 99 #ch elate' despond' lu' mi nous pil' grim age ,,one ,,by ,,one4 ,one by one the sands are flowing1 ,one by one the moments fall2 ,some are coming1 some are going2 ,do not strive to grasp them all4 ,one by one thy duties wait thee2 ,let thy whole strength go to each2 ,let no future dreams elate thee1 ,learn thou first what these can teach4 ,one by one 7bright gifts from ,heaven7 ,joys are sent thee here below2 ,take them readily when given1 ,ready1 too1 to let them go4 ,one by one thy griefs shall meet thee2 ,do not fear an armed band2 ,one will fade as others greet thee-- ,shadows passing through the land4 ,do not look at life's long sorrow2 ,see how small each moment's pain2 ,god will help thee for to-morrow1 ,so each day begin again4 ,every hour that fleets so slowly ,has its task to do or bear2 ,luminous the crown1 and holy1 ,when each gem is set with care4 ,do not linger with regretting1 ,or for passing hours despond2 ,nor1 thy daily toil forgetting1 ,look too eagerly beyond4 ,hours are golden links1 ,god's token1 ,reaching heaven2 but one by one ,take them1 lest the chain be broken ,ere the pilgrimage be done4 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 ,choose any four lines of the poem1 and tell what lesson each line teaches4 ,name some great works that were done little by little4 ,what does ,rome was not built in a day mean8 ,tell what is meant by ,he that despiseth small faults shall fall by little and little4 ,what is the real or literal meaning of the word gem8 ,find the word in the poem1 and tell what meaning it has there4 ,explain the line-- ,let no future dreams elate thee4 ,what is meant by building castles in the air8 ,study the whole poem line by line1 and try to tell yourself what each line means4 ,nearly every single line of it teaches an important moral lesson4 ,find out what that lesson is4 ,tell what you know of the author4 99 99 99 99 99 #ci ca noe' sup' ple fi' brous res' in sin' ews tam' a rack ooz' ing bal' sam sol' i ta ry pli' ant fis' sure re sist' ance som' ber crev' ice re splen' dent ,,the ,,birch ,,canoe4 ,give me of your bark1 ,o ,birch ,tree6 ,of your yellow bark1 ,o ,birch ,tree6 ,growing by the rushing river1 ,tall and stately in the valley6 ,i a light canoe will build me1 ,that shall float upon the river1 ,like a yellow leaf in autumn1 ,like a yellow water lily6 ,lay aside your cloak1 ,o ,birch ,tree6 ,lay aside your white-skin wrapper1 ,for the summer time is coming1 ,and the sun is warm in heaven1 ,and you need no white-skin wrapper6 ,thus aloud cried ,hiawatha ,in the solitary forest1 ,when the birds were singing gayly1 ,in the ,moon of ,leaves were singing4 ,and the tree with all its branches ,rustled in the breeze of morning1 ,saying1 with a sigh of patience1 ,take my cloak1 ,o ,hiawatha6 ,with his knife the tree he girdled2 ,just beneath its lowest branches1 ,just above the roots1 he cut it1 ,till the sap came oozing outward2 ,down the trunk1 from top to bottom1 ,sheer he cleft the bark asunder1 ,with a wooden wedge he raised it1 ,stripped it from the trunk unbroken4 ,give me of your boughs1 ,o ,cedar6 ,of your strong and pliant branches1 ,my canoe to make more steady1 ,make more strong and firm beneath me6 ,through the summit of the ,cedar ,went a sound1 a cry of horror1 ,went a murmur of resistance2 ,but it whispered1 bending downward1 ,take my boughs1 ,o ,hiawatha6 ,down he hewed the boughs of cedar ,shaped them straightway to a framework1 ,like two bows he formed and shaped them1 ,like two bended bows together4 ,give me of your roots1 ,o ,tamarack6 ,of your fibrous roots1 ,o ,larch ,tree6 ,my canoe to bind together1 ,so to bind the ends together1 ,that the water may not enter1 ,that the river may not wet me6 ,and the ,larch with all its fibers ,shivered in the air of morning1 ,touched his forehead with its tassels1 ,said1 with one long sigh of sorrow1 ,take them all1 ,o ,hiawatha6 ,from the earth he tore the fibers1 ,tore the tough roots of the ,larch ,tree4 ,closely sewed the bark together1 ,bound it closely to the framework4 ,give me of your balm1 ,o ,fir ,tree6 ,of your balsam and your resin1 ,so to close the seams together ,that the water may not enter1 ,that the river may not wet me6 ,and the ,fir ,tree1 tall and somber1 ,sobbed through all its robes of darkness1 ,rattled like a shore with pebbles1 ,answered wailing1 answered weeping1 ,take my balm1 ,o ,hiawatha6 ,and he took the tears of balsam1 ,took the resin of the ,fir ,tree1 ,smeared therewith each seam and fissure1 ,made each crevice safe from water4 ,give me of your quills1 ,o ,hedgehog6 ,i will make a necklace of them1 ,make a girdle for my beauty1 ,and two stars to deck her bosom6 ,from a hollow tree the ,hedgehog1 ,with his sleepy eyes looked at him1 ,shot his shining quills1 like arrows1 ,saying1 with a drowsy murmur1 ,through the tangle of his whiskers1 ,take my quills1 ,o ,hiawatha6 ,from the ground the quills he gathered1 ,all the little shining arrows1 ,stained them red and blue and yellow1 ,with the juice of roots and berries2 ,into his canoe he wrought them1 ,round its waist a shining girdle4 ,round its bows a gleaming necklace1 ,on its breast two stars resplendent4 ,thus the ,birch ,canoe was builded ,in the valley1 by the river1 ,in the bosom of the forest2 ,and the forest's life was in it1 ,all its mystery and its magic1 ,all the lightness of the birch tree1 ,all the toughness of the cedar1 ,all the larch's supple sinews2 ,and it floated on the river1 ,like a yellow leaf in autumn1 ,like a yellow water lily4 ,longfellow4 ,from ,song of ,hiawatha4 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,publishers4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 ,,moon ,,of ,,leaves1 month of ,may4 ,,sheer1 straight up and down4 ,,tamarack1 the ,american larch tree4 ,,fissure1 a narrow opening2 a cleft4 ,what does ,hiawatha call the bark of the birch tree8 ,where did he get the balsam and resin8 ,what use did he put these to8 ,what are the drops of balsam called8 ,why8 ,,note4--,the bark canoe of the ,indians is1 perhaps1 the lightest and most beautiful model of all the water craft ever invented4 ,it is generally made complete with the bark of one birch tree1 and so skillfully shaped and sewed together with the roots of the tamarack1 that it is water-tight1 and rides upon the water as light as a cork4 99 99 99 99 99 #dj pic' tures pal' ace four' teen fa' mous ly scul' lion re past' in hal' ing en chant' ed mat' tress char' coal land' scapes ar' chi tect ,,peter ,,of ,,cortona4 ,a little shepherd boy1 twelve years old1 one day gave up the care of the sheep he was tending1 and betook himself to ,florence1 where he knew no one but a lad of his own age1 nearly as poor as himself1 who had lived in the same village1 but who had gone to ,florence to be scullion in the house of ,cardinal ,sachetti4 ,it was for a good motive that little ,peter desired to come to ,florence3 he wanted to be an artist1 and he knew there was a school for artists there4 ,when he had seen the town well1 ,peter stationed himself at the ,cardinal's palace2 and inhaling the odor of the cooking1 he waited patiently till his ,eminence was served1 that he might speak to his old companion1 ,thomas4 ,he had to wait a long time2 but at length ,thomas appeared4 ,you here1 ,peter6 ,what have you come to ,florence for8 ,i am come to learn painting4 ,you had much better learn kitchen work to begin with2 one is then sure not to die of hunger4 ,you have as much to eat as you want here1 then8 replied ,peter4 ,indeed ,i have1 said ,thomas2 ,i might eat till ,i made myself ill every day1 if ,i chose to do it4 ,then1 said ,peter1 ,i see we shall do very well4 ,as you have too much and ,i not enough1 ,i will bring my appetite1 and you will bring the food2 and we shall get on famously4 ,very well1 said ,thomas4 ,let us begin at once1 then1 said ,peter2 for as ,i have eaten nothing to-day1 ,i should like to try the plan directly4 ,thomas then took little ,peter into the garret where he slept1 and bade him wait there till he brought him some fragments that he was freely permitted to take4 ,the repast was a merry one1 for ,thomas was in high spirits1 and little ,peter had a famous appetite4 ,ah1 cried ,thomas1 here you are fed and lodged4 ,now the question is1 how are you going to study8 ,i shall study like all artists--with pencil and paper4 ,but then1 ,peter1 have you money to buy the paper and pencils8 ,no1 ,i have nothing2 but ,i said to myself1 ',thomas1 who is scullion at his lordship's1 must have plenty of money6' ,as you are rich1 it is just the same as if ,i was4 ,thomas scratched his head and replied1 that as to broken victuals1 he had plenty of them2 but that he would have to wait three years before he should receive wages4 ,peter did not mind4 ,the garret walls were white4 ,thomas could give him charcoal1 and so he set to draw on the walls with that2 and after a little while somebody gave ,thomas a silver coin4 ,with joy he brought it to his friend4 ,pencils and paper were bought4 ,early in the morning ,peter went out studying the pictures in the galleries1 the statues in the streets1 the landscapes in the neighborhood2 and in the evening1 tired and hungry1 but enchanted with what he had seen1 he crept back into the garret1 where he was always sure to find his dinner hidden under the mattress1 to keep it warm1 as ,thomas said4 ,very soon the first charcoal drawings were rubbed off1 and ,peter drew his best designs to ornament his friend's room4 ,one day ,cardinal ,sachetti1 who was restoring his palace1 came with the architect to the very top of the house1 and happened to enter the scullion's garret4 ,the room was empty2 but both ,cardinal and architect were struck with the genius of the drawings4 ,they thought they were executed by ,thomas1 and his ,eminence sent for him4 ,when poor ,thomas heard that the ,cardinal had been in the garret1 and had seen what he called ,peter's daubs1 he thought all was lost4 ,you will no longer be a scullion1 said the ,cardinal to him2 and ,thomas1 thinking this meant banishment and disgrace1 fell on his knees1 and cried1 ,oh6 my lord1 what will become of poor ,peter8 ,the ,cardinal made him tell his story4 ,bring him to me when he comes in to-night1 said he1 smiling4 ,but ,peter did not return that night1 nor the next1 till at length a fortnight had passed without a sign of him4 ,at last came the news that the monks of a distant convent had received and kept with them a boy of fourteen1 who had come to ask permission to copy a painting of ,raphael in the chapel of the convent4 ,this boy was ,peter4 ,finally1 the ,cardinal sent him as a pupil to one of the first artists in ,rome4 ,fifty years afterwards there were two old men who lived as brothers in one of the most beautiful houses in ,florence4 ,one said of the other1 ,he is the greatest painter of our age4 ,the other said of the first1 ,he is a model for evermore of a faithful friend4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,peter ,,of ,,cortona1 a great ,italian painter and architect4 ,he was born in ,cortona in the year #aeif1 and died in ,rome1 in #affi4 ,,eminence1 a title of honor1 applied to a cardinal4 ,,galleries1 rooms or buildings where works of art are exhibited4 ,,victuals 7v7it' 'lz71 cooked food for human beings4 ,,fortnight 7fort' nit or n7it73 ,this word is contracted from fourteen nights4 ,locate the cities of ,rome and ,florence4 ,give words that mean the opposite of the following3 ill1 bade1 buy1 first1 old1 begin1 empty1 enter1 cooked1 merry1 bought1 friend1 inhale1 patient1 palace1 distant1 appeared1 disgrace1 famous1 faithful1 morning1 enchanted4 ,recite the words--,oh1 my lord1 what will become of poor ,peter8--as ,thomas uttered them4 ,remember he was beseeching a great cardinal in favor of a poor destitute boy whom he loved as a brother4 ,he felt what he said4 ,do you find any humorous passages in the selection8 ,read them1 and tell wherein the humor lies4 ,memory ,gems3 ,when a friend asketh1 there is no to-morrow4 ,spanish ,proverb4 ,diligence overcomes difficulties2 sloth makes them4 ,from ,poor ,richard's ,proverbs4 ,a gift in need1 though small indeed1 ,is large as earth and rich as heaven4 ,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 #da vas' sal roy' al ly beg' gar y hom' age sen' ti nel dif' fer ence ,,to ,,my ,,dog ,,blanco4#jjc ,my dear1 dumb friend1 low lying there1 ,a willing vassal at my feet1 ,glad partner of my home and fare1 ,my shadow in the street4 ,i look into your great brown eyes1 ,where love and loyal homage shine1 ,and wonder where the difference lies ,between your soul and mine6 ,for all the good that ,i have found ,within myself or human kind1 ,hath royally informed and crowned ,your gentle heart and mind4 ,i scan the whole broad earth around ,for that one heart which1 leal and true1 ,bears friendship without end or bound1 ,and find the prize in you4 ,i trust you as ,i trust the stars2 ,nor cruel loss1 nor scoff of pride1 ,nor beggary1 nor dungeon bars1 ,can move you from my side6 ,as patient under injury ,as any ,christian saint of old1 ,as gentle as a lamb with me1 ,but with your brothers bold2 ,more playful than a frolic boy1 ,more watchful than a sentinel1 ,by day and night your constant joy ,to guard and please me well4 ,i clasp your head upon my breast-- ,the while you whine and lick my hand-- ,and thus our friendship is confessed1 ,and thus we understand6 ,ah1 ,blanco6 did ,i worship ,god ,as truly as you worship me1 ,or follow where my ,master trod ,with your humility1-- ,did ,i sit fondly at ,his feet1 ,as you1 dear ,blanco1 sit at mine1 ,and watch ,him with a love as sweet1 ,my life would grow divine6 ,j4,g4 ,holland ,from ,the ,complete ,poetical ,writings of ,j4,g4 ,holland4 ,illustration3 ,footnote #jjc3 ,copyright1 #ahgi1 #ahha1 by ,charles ,scribner's ,sons4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,leal 7lel71 loyal1 faithful4 ,,dungeon 7d7un' j7un71 a close1 dark prison1 commonly underground4 ,tell what is meant by the terms1 dumb friend2 willing vassal2 glad partner2 my shadow2 human kind2 frolic boy4 ,what duty does ,blanco teach his master8 ,memorize the last two stanzas of the poem4 ,the three great divisions of time are past1 present1 future4 ,tell what time each of the following action-words expresses3 found1 find1 have found1 will find1 bears1 shall bear1 has borne1 crowned1 will crown1 did crown1 crowns4 99 99 99 99 99 #db ab'bot clois'ter min'ster li'brary chron' i cle ,a ,,story ,,of ,a ,,monk4 ,many hundreds of years ago there dwelt in a cloister a monk named ,urban1 who was remarkable for his earnest and fervent piety4 ,he was a studious reader of the learned and sacred volumes in the convent library4 ,one day he read in the ,epistles of ,st4 ,peter the words1 ,one day is with the ,lord as a thousand years1 and a thousand years as one day2 and this saying seemed impossible in his eyes1 so that he spent many an hour in meditating upon it4 ,then one morning it happened that the monk descended from the library into the cloister garden1 and there he saw a little bird perched on the bough of a tree1 singing sweetly1 like a nightingale4 ,the bird did not move as the monk approached her1 till he came quite close1 and then she flew to another bough1 and again another1 as the monk pursued her4 ,still singing the same sweet song1 the nightingale flew on2 and the monk1 entranced by the sound1 followed her out of the garden into the wide world4 ,at last he stopped1 and turned back to the cloister2 but every thing seemed changed to him4 ,every thing had become larger1 more beautiful1 and older1--the buildings1 the garden2 and in the place of the low1 humble cloister church1 a lofty minster with three towers reared its head to the sky4 ,this seemed very strange to the monk1 indeed marvelous2 but he walked on to the cloister gate and timidly rang the bell4 ,a porter entirely unknown to him answered his summons1 and drew back in amazement when he saw the monk4 ,the latter went in1 and wandered through the church1 gazing with astonishment on memorial stones which he never remembered to have seen before4 ,presently the brethren of the cloister entered the church2 but all retreated when they saw the strange figure of the monk4 ,the abbot only 7but not his abbot7 stopped1 and stretching a crucifix before him1 exclaimed1 ,in the name of ,christ1 who art thou1 spirit or mortal8 ,and what dost thou seek here1 coming from the dead among us1 the living8 ,the monk1 trembling and tottering like an old man1 cast his eyes to the ground1 and for the first time became aware that a long silvery beard descended from his chin over his girdle1 to which was still suspended the key of the library4 ,to the monks around1 the stranger seemed some marvelous appearance2 and1 with a mixture of awe and admiration1 they led him to the chair of the abbot4 ,there he gave the key to a young monk1 who opened the library1 and brought out a chronicle wherein it was written that three hundred years ago the monk ,urban had disappeared2 and no one knew whither he had gone4 ,ah1 bird of the forest1 was it then thy song8 said the monk ,urban1 with a sigh4 ,i followed thee for scarce three minutes1 listening to thy notes1 and yet three hundred years have passed away6 ,thou hast sung to me the song of eternity which ,i could never before learn4 ,now ,i know it2 and1 dust myself1 ,i pray to ,god kneeling in the dust4 ,with these words he sank to the ground1 and his spirit ascended to heaven4 99 99 99 99 99 ,copy the last paragraph1 omitting all marks of punctuation4 ,close the book1 and punctuate what you have written4 ,compare your work with the printed page4 ,memory ,gems3 ,if thou wouldst live long1 live well2 for folly and wickedness shorten life4 ,from ,poor ,richard's ,proverbs ,the older ,i grow--and ,i now stand upon the brink of eternity--the more comes back to me the sentence in the catechism which ,i learned when a child1 and the fuller and deeper becomes its meaning3 ,what is the chief end of man8 ,to glorify ,god1 and to enjoy ,him forever4 ,thomas ,carlyle4 99 99 99 99 99 #dc dole man' na em' blem re leased' plumes breathe crim' son feath' ered soared dou' bly hom' i ly ser'a phim ,,the ,,sermon ,,of ,,st4 ,,francis4 ,up soared the lark into the air1 ,a shaft of song1 a wingd prayer1 ,as if a soul1 released from pain1 ,were flying back to heaven again4 ,st4 ,francis heard2 it was to him ,an emblem of the ,seraphim2 ,the upward motion of the fire1 ,the light1 the heat1 the heart's desire4 ,around ,assisi's convent gate ,the birds1 ,god's poor who cannot wait1 ,from moor and mere and darksome wood ,came flocking for their dole of food4 ,o brother birds1 ,st4 ,francis said1 ,ye come to me and ask for bread1 ,but not with bread alone to-day ,shall ye be fed and sent away4 ,ye shall be fed1 ye happy birds ,with manna of celestial words2 ,not mine1 though mine they seem to be1 ,not mine1 though they be spoken through me4 ,o1 doubly are ye bound to praise ,the great ,creator in your lays2 ,he giveth you your plumes of down1 ,your crimson hoods1 your cloaks of brown4 ,he giveth you your wings to fly ,and breathe a purer air on high1 ,and careth for you everywhere1 ,who for yourselves so little care6 ,with flutter of swift wings and songs ,together rose the feathered throngs1 ,and singing scattered far apart2 ,deep peace was in ,st4 ,francis' heart4 ,he knew not if the brotherhood ,his homily had understood2 ,he only knew that to one ear ,the meaning of his words was clear4 ,longfellow4 ,from ,children's ,hour and ,other ,poems4 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,publishers4 ,illustration3 ,,st4 ,,francis ,,preaching 99 99 99 99 99 ,,lays1 songs4 ,,assisi 73as se' ze71 a town of ,italy1 where ,st4 ,francis was born in #aahb4 ,what does manna of celestial words mean8 ,what is the singular form of seraphim8 ,memory ,gem3 ,every word has its own spirit1 ,true or false1 that never dies2 ,every word man's lips have uttered ,echoes in ,god's skies4 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 99 99 99 99 99 #dd ,,gloria ,,in ,,excelsis4 ,gloria in excelsis6 ,sound the thrilling song2 ,in excelsis ,deo6 ,roll the hymn along4 ,gloria in excelsis6 ,let the heavens ring2 ,in excelsis ,deo6 ,welcome1 new-born ,king4 ,gloria in excelsis6 ,over the sea and land1 ,in excelsis ,deo6 ,chant the anthem grand4 ,gloria in excelsis6 ,let us all rejoice2 ,in excelsis ,deo6 ,lift each heart and voice4 ,gloria in excelsis6 ,swell the hymn on high2 ,in excelsis ,deo6 ,sound it to the sky4 ,gloria in excelsis6 ,sing it1 sinful earth1 ,in excelsis ,deo6 ,for the ,savior's birth4 ,father ,ryan4 ,father ,ryan's ,poems4 ,published by ,p4,j4 ,kenedy ,sons1 ,new ,york4 ,illustration3 ,artist ,hofmann4--,caption3 ,glory to ,god in the highest2 and on earth peace to men of good will4 99 99 99 99 99 #de plied won' drous ex cite' ment com mo' tion vig' or fo' li age mar' vel ous com pas' sion ,,the ,,first ,,christmas ,,tree4#jjd ,once upon a time the ,forest was in a great commotion4 ,early in the evening the wise old ,cedars had shaken their heads and told of strange things that were to happen4 ,they had lived in the ,forest many1 many years2 but never had they seen such marvelous sights as were to be seen now in the sky1 and upon the hills1 and in the distant village4 ,pray tell us what you see1 pleaded a little ,vine2 we who are not so tall as you can behold none of these wonderful things4 ,the whole sky seems to be aflame1 said one of the ,cedars1 and the ,stars appear to be dancing among the clouds2 angels walk down from heaven to the earth and talk with the shepherds upon the hills4 ,the ,vine trembled with excitement4 ,its nearest neighbor was a tiny tree1 so small it was scarcely ever noticed2 yet it was a very beautiful little tree1 and the ,vines and ,ferns and ,mosses loved it very dearly4 ,how ,i should like to see the ,angels6 sighed the little ,tree2 and how ,i should like to see the ,stars dancing among the clouds6 ,it must be very beautiful4 ,oh1 listen to the music6 ,i wonder whence it comes4 ,the ,angels are singing1 said a ,cedar2 for none but angels could make such sweet music4 ,and the ,stars are singing1 too1 said another ,cedar2 yes1 and the shepherds on the hills join in the song4 ,the trees listened to the singing4 ,it was a strange song about a ,child that had been born4 ,but further than this they did not understand4 ,the strange and glorious song continued all the night4 ,in the early morning the ,angels came to the ,forest singing the same song about the ,child1 and the ,stars sang in chorus with them1 until every part of the woods rang with echoes of that wondrous song4 ,they were clad all in white1 and there were crowns upon their fair heads1 and golden harps in their hands4 ,love1 hope1 joy and compassion beamed from their beautiful faces4 ,the ,angels came through the ,forest to where the little ,tree stood1 and gathering around it1 they touched it with their hands1 kissed its little branches1 and sang even more sweetly than before4 ,and their song was about the ,child1 the ,child1 the ,child1 that had been born4 ,then the ,stars came down from the skies and danced and hung upon the branches of the little ,tree1 and they1 too1 sang the song of the ,child4 ,when they left the ,forest1 one ,angel remained to guard the little ,tree4 ,night and day he watched so that no harm should come to it4 ,day by day it grew in strength and beauty4 ,the sun sent it his choicest rays1 heaven dropped its sweetest dew upon it1 and the winds sang to it their prettiest songs4 ,so the years passed1 and the little ,tree grew until it became the pride and glory of the ,forest4 ,one day the ,tree heard some one coming through the ,forest4 ,have no fear1 said the ,angel1 for ,he who comes is the ,master4 ,and the ,master came to the ,tree and placed ,his ,hands upon its smooth trunk and branches4 ,he stooped and kissed the ,tree1 and then turned and went away4 ,illustration3 ,a4 ,bida4 ,many times after that the ,master came to the ,forest1 rested beneath the ,tree and enjoyed the shade of its foliage4 ,many times ,he slept there and the ,tree watched over ,him4 ,many times men came with the ,master to the ,forest1 sat with ,him in the shade of the ,tree1 and talked with ,him of things which the ,tree never could understand4 ,it heard them tell how the ,master healed the sick and raised the dead and bestowed blessings wherever ,he walked4 ,but one night the ,master came alone into the ,forest4 ,his ,face was pale and wet with tears4 ,he fell upon ,his knees and prayed4 ,the ,tree heard ,him1 and all the ,forest was still4 ,in the morning there was a sound of rude voices and a clashing of swords4 ,illustration3 ,hofmann4 ,strange men plied their axes with cruel vigor1 and the ,tree was hewn to the ground4 ,its beautiful branches were cut away1 and its soft1 thick foliage was strewn to the winds4 ,the ,trees of the ,forest wept4 ,the cruel men dragged the hewn ,tree away1 and the ,forest saw it no more4 ,but the ,night ,wind that swept down from the ,city of the ,great ,king stayed that night in the ,forest awhile to say that it had seen that day a ,cross raised on ,calvary1--the ,tree on which was nailed the ,body of the dying ,master4 ,eugene ,field4 ,from ,a ,little ,book of ,profitable ,tales4 ,published by ,charles ,scribner's ,sons4 ,footnote #jjd3 ,copyright1 #ahhi1 by ,eugene ,field4 99 99 99 99 99 #df ,,the ,,holy ,,city4 ,last night ,i lay a-sleeping2 there came a dream so fair2-- ,i stood in old ,jerusalem1 beside the ,temple there2 ,i heard the children singing1 and ever as they sang ,methought the voice of ,angels ,from ,heaven in answer rang2-- ,methought the voice of ,angels ,from ,heaven in answer rang4 ,jerusalem1 ,jerusalem1 lift up your gates and sing ,hosanna in the highest6 ,hosanna to your ,king6 ,and then methought my dream was changed2-- ,the streets no longer rang ,hushed were the glad ,hosannas the little children sang4 ,the sun grew dark with mystery1 ,the morn was cold and chill1 ,as the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill2-- ,as the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill4 ,jerusalem1 ,jerusalem1 hark6 how the ,angels sing ,hosanna in the highest6 ,hosanna to your ,king6 ,and once again the scene was changed-- ,new earth there seemed to be2 ,i saw the ,holy ,city beside the tideless sea2 ,the light of ,god was on its streets1 ,the gates were open wide1 ,and all who would might enter1 ,and no one was denied4 ,no need of moon or stars by night1 ,nor sun to shine by day2 ,it was the ,new ,jerusalem1 that would not pass away1-- ,it was the ,new ,jerusalem1 that would not pass away4 ,jerusalem1 ,jerusalem1 sing1 for the night is o'er1 ,hosanna in the highest6 ,hosanna forevermore6 99 99 99 99 99 #dg trea' son eu' lo gies de bat' ed phi los' o phy in ge nu' i ty ap pro' pri ate con' sum ma ted ,,the ,,feast ,,of ,,tongues4 ,xanthus invited a large company to dinner1 and ,aesop was ordered to furnish the choicest dainties that money could procure4 ,the first course consisted of tongues1 cooked in different ways and served with appropriate sauces4 ,this gave rise to much mirth and many witty remarks by the guests4 ,the second course was also nothing but tongues1 and so with the third and fourth4 ,this seemed to go beyond a joke1 and ,xanthus demanded in an angry manner of ,aesop1 ,did ,i not tell you to provide the choicest dainties that money could procure8 ,and what excels the tongue8 replied ,aesop1 ,it is the channel of learning and philosophy4 ,by it addresses and eulogies are made1 and commerce carried on1 contracts executed1 and marriages consummated4 ,nothing is equal to the tongue4 ,the company applauded ,aesop's wit1 and good feeling was restored4 ,well1 said ,xanthus to the guests1 pray do me the favor of dining with me again to-morrow4 ,i have a mind to change the feast2 to-morrow1 said he1 turning to ,aesop1 provide us with the worst meat you can find4 ,the next day the guests assembled as before1 and to their astonishment and the anger of ,xanthus nothing but tongues was provided4 ,how1 sir1 said ,xanthus1 should tongues be the best of meat one day and the worst another8 ,what1 replied ,aesop1 can be worse than the tongue8 ,what wickedness is there under the sun that it has not a part in8 ,treasons1 violence1 injustice1 fraud1 are debated and resolved upon1 and communicated by the tongue4 ,it is the ruin of empires1 cities1 and of private friendships4 ,the company were more than ever struck by ,aesop's ingenuity1 and they interceded for him with his master4 ,from ,aesop's ,fables4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,xanthus1 a ,greek poet and historian1 who lived in the sixth century before ,christ4 ,write the plurals of the following words1 and tell how they are formed in each case3 dainty1 sauce1 eulogy1 feast1 city1 chief1 calf1 day1 lily1 copy1 loaf1 roof1 half1 valley1 donkey4 ,what words are made emphatic by contrast in the following sentence3 ,how should tongues be the best of meat one day and the worst another8 ,memorize what ,aesop said in praise of the tongue1 and what he said in dispraise of it4 ,memory ,gem3 ,if any man offend not in word1 the same is a perfect man4 ,the tongue is a fire1 a world of iniquity4 ,by it we bless ,god and the ,father2 and by it we curse men who are made after the likeness of ,god4 ,from ,epistle of ,st4 ,james4 99 99 99 99 99 #dh ap' pe tite ha rangued' sus pend' ed min' strel sy ,,the ,,nightingale ,,and ,,the ,,glowworm4 ,a nightingale1 that all day long ,had cheered the village with his song1 ,nor yet at eve his note suspended1 ,nor yet when eventide was ended1 ,began to feel1 as well he might1 ,the keen demands of appetite2 ,when1 looking eagerly around1 ,he spied far off1 upon the ground1 ,a something shining in the dark1 ,and knew the glowworm by his spark2 ,so1 stooping down from hawthorn top1 ,he thought to put him in his crop4 ,the worm1 aware of his intent1 ,harangued him thus1 right eloquent3 ,did you admire my lamp1 quoth he1 ,as much as ,i your minstrelsy1 ,you would abhor to do me wrong ,as much as ,i to spoil your song3 ,for 'twas the self-same ,power ,divine ,taught you to sing and me to shine2 ,that you with music1 ,i with light1 ,might beautify and cheer the night4 ,the songster heard this short oration1 ,and1 warbling out his approbation1 ,released him1 as my story tells1 ,and found a supper somewhere else4 ,william ,cowper4 ,why did the nightingale feel ,the keen demands of appetite8 ,do you admire the eloquent speech that the worm made to the bird8 ,study it by heart4 ,copy it from memory4 ,compare your copy with the printed page as to spelling1 capitals and punctuation4 ,memory ,gems3 ,i would not enter on my list of friends 7,though graced with polished manners and fine sense1 ,yet wanting sensibility7 the man ,who needlessly sets foot upon a worm4 ,an inadvertent step may crush the snail ,that crawls at evening in the public path2 ,but he that has humanity1 forewarned1 ,will tread aside1 and let the reptile live4 ,william ,cowper4 ,turn1 turn thy hasty foot aside1 ,nor crush that helpless worm6 ,the frame thy wayward looks deride ,required a ,god to form4 ,the common ,lord of all that move4 ,from whom thy being flowed1 ,a portion of ,his boundless love ,on that poor worm bestowed4 ,let them enjoy their little day1 ,their humble bliss receive2 ,oh6 do not lightly take away ,the life thou canst not give6 ,thomas ,gisborne4 99 99 99 99 99 #di mar' gin pitch' er cup' board breathed di' a mond quiv' er ing ,,jack ,,frost4 ,jack ,frost looked forth one still1 clear night1 ,and whispered1 ,now ,i shall be out of sight2 ,so1 through the valley1 and over the height1 ,in silence ,i'll take my way4 ,i will not go on like that blustering train1 ,the wind and the snow1 the hail and the rain1 ,who make so much bustle and noise in vain2 ,but ,i'll be as busy as they6 ,then he flew to the mountain1 and powdered its crest2 ,he lit on the trees1 and their boughs he dressed ,in diamond beads2 and over the breast ,of the quivering lake he spread ,a coat of mail1 that it need not fear ,the glittering point of many a spear1 ,which he hung on its margin1 far and near1 ,where a rock could rear its head4 ,he went to the windows of those who slept1 ,and over each pane1 like a fairy1 crept3 ,wherever he breathed1 wherever he stepped1 ,by the morning light were seen ,most beautiful things6--there were flowers and trees2 ,there were bevies of birds1 and swarms of bees2 ,there were cities with temples and towers2 and these ,all pictured in silvery sheen6 ,but he did one thing that was hardly fair2 ,he peeped in the cupboard1 and finding there ,that all had forgotten for him to prepare4-- ,now1 just to set them a-thinking1 ,i'll bite this basket of fruit1 said he2 ,this costly pitcher ,i'll burst in three2 ,and the glass of water they've left for me1 ,shall 'tchick1' to tell them ,i'm drinking4 ,hannah ,f4 ,gould4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,crest1 top or summit4 ,,coat ,,of ,,mail1 a garment of iron or steel worn by warriors in olden times4 ,,bevies1 flocks or companies4 ,,sheen1 brightness4 ,,tchick a combination of letters whose pronunciation is supposed to resemble the sound of breaking glass4 ,what did ,jack ,frost do when he went to the mountain8 ,how did he dress the boughs of the trees8 ,what did he spread over the lake8 ,why8 ,what could be seen after he had worked on the windows of those who slept8 ,what mischief did he do in the cupboard1 and why8 ,is ,jack ,frost an artist8 ,in what kind of weather does he work8 ,why does he work generally at night8 99 99 99 99 99 #ej re' al ize pen' du lum dil' i gent ly sig nif' i cance auc tion eer' per sist' ent ly in ex haust' i ble un der stood' hope' less ly nev er the less ,,going6 ,,going6 ,,gone6 ,the other day1 as ,i was walking through a side street in one of our large cities1 ,i heard these words ringing out from a room so crowded with people that ,i could but just see the auctioneer's face and uplifted hammer above the heads of the crowd4 ,going6 ,going6 ,going6 ,gone6 and down came the hammer with a sharp rap4 ,i do not know how or why it was1 but the words struck me with a new force and significance4 ,i had heard them hundreds of times before1 with only a sense of amusement4 ,this time they sounded solemn4 ,going6 ,going6 ,gone6 ,that is the way it is with life1 ,i said to myself2--with time4 ,this world is a sort of auction-room2 we do not know that we are buyers3 we are1 in fact1 more like beggars2 we have brought no money to exchange for precious minutes1 hours1 days1 or years2 they are given to us4 ,there is no calling out of terms1 no noisy auctioneer1 no hammer2 but nevertheless1 the time is going6 going6 gone6 ,the more ,i thought of it1 the more solemn did the words sound1 and the more did they seem to me a good motto to remind one of the value of time4 ,when we are young we think old people are preaching and prosing when they say so much about it1--when they declare so often that days1 weeks1 even years1 are short4 ,i can remember when a holiday1 a whole day long1 appeared to me an almost inexhaustible play-spell2 when one afternoon1 even1 seemed an endless round of pleasure1 and the week that was to come seemed longer than does a whole year now4 ,one needs to live many years before one learns how little time there is in a year1--how little1 indeed1 there will be even in the longest possible life1--how many things one will still be obliged to leave undone4 ,but there is one thing1 boys and girls1 that you can realize if you will try--if you will stop and think about it a little2 and that is1 how fast and how steadily the present time is slipping away4 ,however long life may seem to you as you look forward to the whole of it1 the present hour has only sixty minutes1 and minute by minute1 second by second1 it is going6 going6 gone6 ,if you gather nothing from it as it passes1 it is gone forever4 ,nothing is so utterly1 hopelessly lost as lost time4 ,it makes me unhappy when ,i look back and see how much time ,i have wasted2 how much ,i might have learned and done if ,i had but understood how short is the longest hour4 ,all the men and women who have made the world better1 happier or wiser for their having lived in it1 have done so by working diligently and persistently4 ,yet1 ,i am certain that not even one of these1 when looking backward from his manhood's prime1 saw not the specter of his mis-spent time4 ,now1 don't suppose ,i am so foolish as to think that all the preaching in the world can make anything look to young eyes as it looks to old eyes2 not a bit of it4 ,but think about it a little2 don't let time slip away by the minute1 hour1 day1 without getting something out of it6 ,look at the clock now and then1 and listen to the pendulum1 saying of every minute1 as it flies1--,going6 going6 gone6 ,helen ,hunt ,jackson4 ,from ,bits of ,talk4 ,copyright1 ,little1 ,brown ,co41 ,publishers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,prosing1 talking in a dull way4 ,in the following sentences1 instead of the words in italics1 use others that have the same general meaning3 ,i heard these words ringing out from a room so crowded with people that ,i could but just see the man's face4 ,how fast and steadily the present time is slipping away6 ,punctuate the following3 ,go to the ant thou sluggard consider her ways and be wise4 99 99 99 99 99 #ea yearn car' ol mus' ing stee' ple mag' ic al ,,seven ,,times ,,two4 ,you bells in the steeple1 ring1 ring out your changes1 ,how many soever they be1 ,and let the brown meadowlark's note1 as he ranges1 ,come over1 come over to me6 ,yet birds' clearest carol1 by fall or by swelling1 ,no magical sense conveys2 ,and bells have forgotten their old art of telling ,the fortune of future days4 ,turn again1 turn again6 once they rang cheerily1 ,while a boy listened alone2 ,made his heart yearn again1 musing so wearily ,all by himself on a stone4 ,poor bells6 ,i forgive you2 your good days are over1 ,and mine1 they are yet to be2 ,no listening1 no longing1 shall aught1 aught discover3 ,you leave the story to me4 ,the foxglove shoots out of the green matted heather1 ,and hangeth her hoods of snow2 ,she was idle1 and slept till the sunshiny weather3 ,oh1 children take long to grow6 ,i wish and ,i wish that the spring would go faster1 ,nor long summer bide so late2 ,and ,i could grow on like the foxglove and aster1 ,for some things are ill to wait4 ,i wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover1 ,while dear hands are laid on my head1 ,the child is a woman--the book may close over1 ,for all the lessons are said4 ,i wait for my story3 the birds cannot sing it1 ,not one1 as he sits on the tree2 ,the bells cannot ring it1 but long years1 ,o bring it6 ,such as ,i wish it to be4 ,jean ,ingelow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,turn ,,again1 ,,turn ,,again6 ,reference is here made to ,dick ,whittington1 a poor orphan country lad1 who went to ,london to earn a living1 and who afterwards rose to be the first ,lord ,mayor of that city4 ,,note4--,this poem is the second of a series of seven lyrics1 entitled ,the ,songs of ,seven1 which picture seven stages in a woman's life4 ,for the first of the series1 ,seven ,times ,one1 see page #dd of the ,fourth ,reader4 ,read it in connection with this4 ,seven ,times ,two shows the girl standing at the entrance to maidenhood1 books closed and lessons said1 longing for the years to go faster to bring to her the happiness she imagines is waiting4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #eb man' i fold do mes' tic pet' tish ly in grat' i tude ,,my ,,mother',s ,,grave4 ,it was thirteen years since my mother's death1 when1 after a long absence from my native village1 ,i stood beside the sacred mound beneath which ,i had seen her buried4 ,since that mournful period1 a great change had come over me4 ,my childish years had passed away1 and with them my youthful character4 ,the world was altered1 too2 and as ,i stood at my mother's grave1 ,i could hardly realize that ,i was the same thoughtless1 happy creature1 whose cheeks she so often kissed in an excess of tenderness4 ,but the varied events of thirteen years had not effaced the remembrance of that mother's smile4 ,it seemed as if ,i had seen her but yesterday--as if the blessed sound of her well-remembered voice was in my ear4 ,the gay dreams of my infancy and childhood were brought back so distinctly to my mind that1 had it not been for one bitter recollection1 the tears ,i shed would have been gentle and refreshing4 ,the circumstance may seem a trifling one1 but the thought of it now pains my heart2 and ,i relate it1 that those children who have parents to love them may learn to value them as they ought4 ,my mother had been ill a long time1 and ,i had become so accustomed to her pale face and weak voice1 that ,i was not frightened at them1 as children usually are4 ,at first1 it is true1 ,i sobbed violently2 but when1 day after day1 ,i returned from school1 and found her the same1 ,i began to believe she would always be spared to me2 but they told me she would die4 ,one day when ,i had lost my place in the class1 ,i came home discouraged and fretful4 ,i went to my mother's chamber4 ,she was paler than usual1 but she met me with the same affectionate smile that always welcomed my return4 ,alas6 when ,i look back through the lapse of thirteen years1 ,i think my heart must have been stone not to have been melted by it4 ,she requested me to go downstairs and bring her a glass of water4 ,i pettishly asked her why she did not call a domestic to do it4 ,with a look of mild reproach1 which ,i shall never forget if ,i live to be a hundred years old1 she said1 ,will not my daughter bring a glass of water for her poor1 sick mother8 ,i went and brought her the water1 but ,i did not do it kindly4 ,instead of smiling1 and kissing her as ,i had been wont to do1 ,i set the glass down very quickly1 and left the room4 ,after playing a short time1 ,i went to bed without bidding my mother good night2 but when alone in my room1 in darkness and silence1 ,i remembered how pale she looked1 and how her voice trembled when she said1 ,will not my daughter bring a glass of water for her poor1 sick mother8 ,i could not sleep4 ,i stole into her chamber to ask forgiveness4 ,she had sunk into an easy slumber1 and they told me ,i must not waken her4 ,i did not tell anyone what troubled me1 but stole back to my bed1 resolved to rise early in the morning and tell her how sorry ,i was for my conduct4 ,the sun was shining brightly when ,i awoke1 and1 hurrying on my clothes1 ,i hastened to my mother's chamber4 ,she was dead6 ,she never spoke more--never smiled upon me again2 and when ,i touched the hand that used to rest upon my head in blessing1 it was so cold that it made me start4 ,i bowed down by her side1 and sobbed in the bitterness of my heart4 ,i then wished that ,i might die1 and be buried with her2 and1 old as ,i now am1 ,i would give worlds1 were they mine to give1 could my mother but have lived to tell me she forgave my childish ingratitude4 ,but ,i cannot call her back2 and when ,i stand by her grave1 and whenever ,i think of her manifold kindness1 the memory of that reproachful look she gave me will bite like a serpent and sting like an adder4 99 99 99 99 99 ,memory ,gem3 ,but ,o for the touch of a vanished hand1 ,and the sound of a voice that is still6 99 99 99 99 99 #ec chide be dewed' em balmed' be tide' lin' gered wor' shiped ,,the ,,old ,,arm-,,chair4 ,i love it1 ,i love it2 and who shall dare ,to chide me for loving that old ,arm-chair8 ,i've treasured it long as a sainted prize2 ,i've bedewed it with tears1 and embalmed it with sighs4 ',tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart2 ,not a tie will break1 not a link will start4 ,would ye learn the spell8--a mother sat there6 ,and a sacred thing is that old ,arm-chair4 ,in ,childhood's hour ,i lingered near ,the hallowed seat with listening ear2 ,and gentle words that mother would give1 ,to fit me to die1 and teach me to live4 ,she told me that shame would never betide1 ,with truth for my creed and ,god for my guide2 ,she taught me to lisp my earliest prayer1 ,as ,i knelt beside that old ,arm-chair4 ,i sat and watched her many a day1 ,when her eye grew dim and her locks were gray2 ,and ,i almost worshiped her when she smiled1 ,and turned from her ,bible to bless her child4 ,years rolled on2 but the last one sped-- ,my idol was shattered2 my earth-star fled3 ,i learned how much the heart can bear1 ,when ,i saw her die in that old ,arm-chair4 ',tis past1 'tis past1 but ,i gaze on it now ,with quivering breath and throbbing brow3 ',twas there she nursed me2 'twas there she died2 ,and ,memory flows with lava tide4 ,say it is folly1 and deem me weak1 ,while the scalding drops start down my cheek2 ,but ,i love it1 ,i love it2 and cannot tear ,my soul from a mother's old ,arm-chair4 ,eliza ,cook4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,spell1 a verse or phrase or word supposed to have magical power2 a charm4 ,,hallowed1 made holy4 ,,hollowed1 made a hole out of2 made hollow4 ,use these two words in sentences of your own4 ,what is meant by ,memory flows with lava tide8 ,write a two-paragraph description of an old arm-chair4 ,your imagination will furnish you with all needed details4 ,divide the following words into their syllables1 and mark the accented syllable of each3 absurd1 every1 nature1 mature1 leisure1 valuable1 safety1 again1 virtue1 ancient1 weather1 history1 poetry1 mother1 genuine1 earliest1 fatigued1 business4 ,the dictionary will aid you4 99 99 99 99 99 #ed crags break tongue thoughts ha' ven sail' or state' ly ,,break1 ,,break1 ,,break6 ,break1 break1 break1 ,on thy cold gray stones1 ,o sea6 ,and ,i would that my tongue could utter ,the thoughts that arise in me4 ,o well for the fisherman's boy1 ,that he shouts with his sister at play6 ,o well for the sailor lad1 ,that he sings in his boat on the bay6 ,and the stately ships go on ,to the haven under the hill2 ,but ,o for the touch of a vanished hand1 ,and the sound of a voice that is still6 ,break1 break1 break1 ,at the foot of thy crags1 ,o sea6 ,but the tender grace of a day that is dead ,will never come back to me4 ,tennyson4 ,illustration3 ,tennyson 99 99 99 99 99 #ee barns deaf en ing i dol' a trous pon' der ca lum' ni ate ,be at' i tudes ,,god ,,is ,,our ,,father4 ,the ,old ,law1 the ,law given to the ,jews on ,mount ,sinai1 tended to inspire the fear of ,god1 which is the beginning of wisdom4 ,it was given amidst fire and smoke1 thunders and lightnings1 and whatever else could fill the minds of the ,jews with fear and wonder4 ,compelled1 as it were1 by the idolatrous acts of ,his chosen people1 by their repeated rebellions1 and their endless murmurings1 ,god showed ,himself to them as the almighty ,sovereign1 the ,king of kings1 the ,lord of lords1 whose holiness1 power1 majesty1 and severity in punishing sin1 filled their minds with awe and dread4 ,it was not thus that the ,new ,law1 the ,law of grace and love1 was given to the world4 ,no dark cloud covered the mount of the ,beatitudes from which our ,lord preached2 no deafening thunders were heard2 no angry flashes of lightning were visible4 ,there was nothing forbidding in the voice1 words1 or appearance of the ,divine ,lawgiver4 ,in the whole exterior of our ,savior there was a something so sweet1 so humble1 so meek and captivating1 that the people were filled with admiration and love4 ,one of the most remarkable features of this first sermon that ,christ preached is the fact that ,he constantly called ,god our ,father4 ,how beautifully ,his teachings reveal the spirit of the ,law of love6 ,listen to ,him attentively1 and ponder upon ,his words3 ,take heed that you do not your justice before men1 to be seen by them3 otherwise you shall not have a reward of your ,,father ,,who is in heaven4444 ,but when thou dost alms1 let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doth2 that thy alms may be in secret1 and thy ,,father ,,who seeth in secret will repay thee4444 ,love your enemies2 do good to them that hate you2 and pray for them that persecute and calumniate you2 that you may be the children of your ,,father ,,who is in heaven1 ,who maketh ,his sun to rise upon the good and bad1 and raineth upon the just and the unjust4 ,behold the birds of the air1 for they neither sow1 nor do they reap1 nor gather into barns3 and your heavenly ,,father feedeth them4 ,are not you of much more value than they8444 ,if you1 then1 being evil1 know how to give good gifts to your children1 how much more will your ,,father ,,who is in heaven give good things to them that ask ,him4444 ,for if you will forgive men their offenses1 your heavenly ,,father will forgive you also your offenses4 ,but if you will not forgive men1 neither will your ,,father forgive you your offenses4444 ,thus therefore shall you pray3 ,,our ,,father ,who art in heaven4 ,from these and many other similar expressions found in the very first sermon which ,jesus ,christ ever preached1 we learn that it is the expressed will of ,god that we should look upon ,him as our loving ,father2 and that1 however unworthy we may be1 we should look upon ourselves as ,his beloved children4 ,there cannot be a possible doubt of this1 since it is taught so positively by ,his only begotten ,son1 ,who is the ,way1 the ,truth1 and the ,life4 ,illustration3 ,henry le ,jeune4 99 99 99 99 99 ,sinai 7si' na71 a mountain in ,arabia4 99 99 99 99 99 #ef ,,happy ,,old ,,age4 ,you are old1 ,father ,william1 the young man cried2 ,the few locks that are left you are gray2 ,you are hale1 ,father ,william1 a hearty old man2 ,now1 tell me the reason1 ,i pray4 ,in the days of my youth1 ,father ,william replied1 ,i remembered that youth would fly fast1 ,and abused not my health and my vigor at first1 ,that ,i never might need them at last4 ,you are old1 ,father ,william1 the young man cried1 ,and life must be hastening away2 ,you are cheerful1 and love to converse upon death6 ,now1 tell me the reason1 ,i pray4 ,i am cheerful1 young man1 ,father ,william replied2 ,let the cause thy attention engage2 ,in the days of my youth ,i remembered my ,god6 ,and ,he hath not forgotten my age4 ,robert ,southey4 99 99 99 99 99 ,tell the story of the poem in your own words4 ,what are some of the important lessons it teaches8 99 99 99 99 99 #eg smit' ing el' o quence mes' mer ize ges' ture vin' e gar un dy' ing ly ,,kind ,,words4 ,kind words are the music of the world4 ,they have a power which seems to be beyond natural causes1 as if they were some angel's song1 which had lost its way and come on earth1 and sang on undyingly1 smiting the hearts of men with sweetest wounds1 and putting for the while an angel's nature into us4 ,let us then think first of all of the power of kind words4 ,in truth1 there is hardly a power on earth equal to them4 ,it seems as they could almost do what in reality ,god alone can do1 namely1 soften the hard and angry hearts of men4 ,many a friendship1 long1 loyal1 and self-sacrificing1 rested at first on no thicker a foundation than a kind word4 ,kind words produce happiness4 ,how often have we ourselves been made happy by kind words1 in a manner and to an extent which we are unable to explain6 ,and happiness is a great power of holiness4 ,thus1 kind words1 by their power of producing happiness1 have also a power of producing holiness1 and so of winning men to ,god4 ,if ,i may use such a word when ,i am speaking of religious subjects1 it is by voice and words that men mesmerize each other4 ,hence it is that the world is converted by the voice of the preacher4 ,hence it is that an angry word rankles longer in the heart than an angry gesture1 nay1 very often even longer than a blow4 ,thus1 all that has been said of the power of kindness in general applies with an additional and peculiar force to kind words4 ,father ,faber4 ,from ,spiritual ,conferences4 99 99 99 99 99 ,explain3 ,kind words are the music of the world--,an angel's song that had lost its way and come on earth--,smiting the hearts of men with sweetest wounds--,putting an angel's nature into us--,hard and angry hearts of men--,an angry word rankles longer in the heart than even a blow4 ,mention some occasions when kind words addressed to you made you very happy4 ,which will bring a person more happiness1--to have kind words said to him1 or for him to say them to another8 ,memorize the first paragraph of the selection4 ,memory ,gems3 ,kindness has converted more sinners than either zeal1 eloquence1 or learning4 ,father ,faber4 ,you will catch more flies with a spoonful of honey than with a hundred barrels of vinegar4 ,st4 ,francis de ,sales4 99 99 99 99 99 #eh ,,kindness ,,is ,,the ,,word4 ,memorize3 ,what is the real good8 ,i asked in musing mood4 ,order1 said the law court2 ,knowledge1 said the school2 ,truth1 said the wise man2 ,pleasure1 said the fool2 ,love1 said the maiden2 ,beauty1 said the page2 ,freedom1 said the dreamer2 ,home1 said the sage2 ,fame1 said the soldier2 ,equity1 said the seer2-- ,spake my heart full sadly3 ,the answer is not here4 ,then within my bosom ,softly this ,i heard3 ,each heart holds the secret3 ,kindness is the word4 ,john ,boyle ,o',reilly4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,sage1 a wise man4 ,,seer1 one who foresees events2 a prophet4 ,,equity 77ek' w7i t7y71 justice1 fairness4 99 99 99 99 99 #ei va' cant joc' und pen' sive spright' ly sol' i tude daf' fo dils con tin' u ous ,,daffodils4 ,i wandered lonely as a cloud ,that floats on high o'er vales and hills1 ,when all at once ,i saw a crowd1 ,a host1 of golden daffodils1 ,beside the lake1 beneath the trees1 ,fluttering and dancing in the breeze4 ,continuous as the stars that shine ,and twinkle on the ,milky ,way1 ,they stretched in never-ending line ,along the margin of the bay3 ,ten thousand saw ,i at a glance1 ,tossing their heads in sprightly dance4 ,the waves beside them danced2 but they ,outdid the sparkling waves in glee3 ,a poet could not but be gay ,in such a jocund company4 ,i gazed1--and gazed1--but little thought ,what wealth the show to me had brought3 ,for oft1 when on my couch ,i lie ,in vacant or in pensive mood1 ,they flash upon that inward eye ,which is the bliss of solitude2 ,and then my heart with pleasure fills1 ,and dances with the daffodils4 ,william ,wordsworth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,milky ,,way1 the belt of light seen at night in the heavens1 and is composed of millions of stars4 #ast stanza3 ,explain1 ,i wandered lonely4 ,to what does the poet compare his loneliness8 ,what did the poet see all at once8 ,where8 ,what were the daffodils doing8 ,what picture do the first two lines bring to mind8 ,describe the picture contained in the remaining lines of this stanza4 #b;d stanza3 ,how does the poet tell what a great crowd of daffodils there were8 ,how would you tell it8 ,how does he say the daffodils were arranged8 ,what does margin mean8 ,how many daffodils did he see8 ,in this stanza1 what does he say they were doing8 #c;d stanza3 ,what is said of the waves8 ,in what did the daffodils surpass the waves8 ,what do the third and fourth lines of this stanza mean8 #dth stanza3 ,what does in vacant mood mean8 ,in pensive mood8 ,inward eye8 ,how does this inward eye make bliss for us in solitude8 ,what feelings did the thought of what he saw awaken in the heart of the poet8 ,what changed the wanderer's loneliness1 as told at the beginning of the poem1 to gayety1 as told towards the end8 ,commit the poem to memory4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #fj hos' tile en dowed' tu' mult ac' o lyte ep' i taph grav' i ty com' bat ants pref' er ence a maz' ed ly ath let' ic ,vi at' i cum in her' it ance cem' e ter y re tal' i ate un flinch' ing ly ir re sist' i ble un vi' o la ted con temp' tu ous ly ,,the ,,story ,,of ,,tarcisius4 ,at the time our story opens1 a bloody persecution of the ,church was going on1 and all the prisons of ,rome were filled with ,christians condemned to death for the ,faith4 ,some were to die on the morrow1 and to these it was necessary to send the ,holy ,viaticum to strengthen their souls for the battle before them4 ,on this day1 when the hostile passions of heathen ,rome were unusually excited by the coming slaughter of so many ,christian victims1 it was a work of more than common danger to discharge this duty4 ,the ,sacred ,bread was prepared1 and the priest turned round from the altar on which it was placed1 to see who would be its safest bearer4 ,before any other could step forward1 the young acolyte ,tarcisius knelt at his feet4 ,with his hands extended before him1 ready to receive the sacred deposit1 with a countenance beautiful in its lovely innocence as an angel's1 he seemed to entreat for preference1 and even to claim it4 ,thou art too young1 my child1 said the kind priest1 filled with admiration of the picture before him4 ,my youth1 holy father1 will be my best protection4 ,oh6 do not refuse me this great honor4 ,the tears stood in the boy's eyes1 and his cheeks glowed with a modest emotion1 as he spoke these words4 ,he stretched forth his hands eagerly1 and his entreaty was so full of fervor and courage1 that the plea was irresistible4 ,the priest took the ,divine ,mysteries1 wrapped up carefully in a linen cloth1 then in an outer covering1 and put them on his palms1 saying-- ,remember1 ,tarcisius1 what a treasure is intrusted to thy feeble care4 ,avoid public places as thou goest along2 and remember that holy things must not be delivered to dogs1 nor pearls be cast before swine4 ,thou wilt keep safely ,god's sacred gifts8 ,i will die rather than betray them1 answered the holy youth1 as he folded the heavenly trust in the bosom of his tunic1 and with cheerful reverence started on his journey4 ,there was a gravity beyond the usual expression of his years stamped upon his countenance1 as he tripped lightly along the streets1 avoiding equally the more public1 and the too low1 thoroughfares4 ,as he was approaching the door of a large mansion1 its mistress1 a rich lady without children1 saw him coming1 and was struck with his beauty and sweetness1 as1 with arms folded on his breast1 he was hastening on4 ,stay one moment1 dear child1 she said1 putting herself in his way2 tell me thy name1 and where do thy parents live8 ,i am ,tarcisius1 an orphan boy1 he replied1 looking up smilingly2 and ,i have no home1 save one which it might be displeasing to thee to hear4 ,then come into my house and rest2 ,i wish to speak to thee4 ,oh1 that ,i had a child like thee6 ,not now1 noble lady1 not now4 ,i have intrusted to me a most solemn and sacred duty1 and ,i must not tarry a moment in its performance4 ,then promise to come to me tomorrow2 this is my house4 ,if ,i am alive1 ,i will1 answered the boy1 with a kindled look1 which made him appear to her as a messenger from a higher sphere4 ,she watched him a long time1 and after some deliberation determined to follow him4 ,soon1 however1 she heard a tumult with horrid cries1 which made her pause on her way until they had ceased1 when she went on again4 ,in the meantime1 ,tarcisius1 with his thoughts fixed on better things than her inheritance1 hastened on1 and shortly came into an open space1 where boys1 just escaped from school1 were beginning to play4 ,we just want one to make up the game2 where shall we get him8 said their leader4 ,capital6 exclaimed another2 here comes ,tarcisius1 whom ,i have not seen for an age4 ,he used to be an excellent hand at all sports4 ,come1 ,tarcisius1 he added1 stopping him by seizing his arm1 whither so fast8 take a part in our game1 that's a good fellow4 ,i can't now2 ,i really can't4 ,i am going on business of great importance4 ,but you shall1 exclaimed the first speaker1 a strong and bullying youth1 laying hold of him4 ,i will have no sulking1 when ,i want anything done4 ,so come1 join us at once4 ,i entreat you1 said the poor boy feelingly1 do let me go4 ,no such thing1 replied the other4 ,what is that you seem to be carrying so carefully in your bosom8 ,a letter1 ,i suppose2 well1 it will not addle by being for half an hour out of its nest4 ,give it to me1 and ,i will put it by safe while we play4 ,never1 never1 answered the child1 looking up towards heaven4 ,i will see it1 insisted the other rudely2 ,i will know what is this wonderful secret4 ,and he commenced pulling him roughly about4 ,a crowd of men from the neighborhood soon got round1 and all asked eagerly what was the matter4 ,they saw a boy1 who1 with folded arms1 seemed endowed with a supernatural strength1 as he resisted every effort of one much bigger and stronger1 to make him reveal what he was bearing4 ,cuffs1 pulls1 blows1 kicks1 seemed to have no effect4 ,he bore them all without a murmur1 or an attempt to retaliate2 but he unflinchingly kept his purpose4 ,what is it8 what can it be8 one began to ask the other2 when ,fulvius chanced to pass by1 and joined the circle round the combatants4 ,he at once recognized ,tarcisius1 having seen him at the ,ordination2 and being asked1 as a better-dressed man1 the same question1 he replied contemptuously1 as he turned on his heel1 ,what is it8 ,why1 only a ,christian1 bearing the ,mysteries4 ,this was enough4 ,heathen curiosity1 to see the ,mysteries of the ,christians revealed1 and to insult them1 was aroused1 and a general demand was made to ,tarcisius to yield up his charge4 ,never with life1 was his only reply4 ,a heavy blow from a smith's fist nearly stunned him1 while the blood flowed from the wound4 ,another and another followed1 till1 covered with bruises1 but with his arms crossed fast upon his breast1 he fell heavily on the ground4 ,the mob closed upon him1 and were just seizing1 him to tear open his thrice-holy trust1 when they felt themselves pushed aside right and left by some giant strength4 ,some went reeling to the further side of the square1 others were spun round and round1 they knew not how1 till they fell where they were1 and the rest retired before a tall athletic officer1 who was the author of this overthrow4 ,he had no sooner cleared the ground than he was on his knees1 and with tears in his eyes raised up the bruised and fainting boy as tenderly as a mother could have done1 and in most gentle tones asked him1 ,are you much hurt1 ,tarcisius8 ,never mind me1 ,quadratus1 answered he1 opening his eyes with a smile2 but ,i am carrying the ,divine ,mysteries2 take care of them4 ,the soldier raised the boy in his arms with tenfold reverence1 as if bearing1 not only the sweet victim of a youthful sacrifice1 a martyr's relics1 but the very ,king and ,lord of ,martyrs1 and the divine ,victim of eternal salvation4 ,the child's head leaned in confidence on the stout soldier's neck1 but his arms and hands never left their watchful custody of the confided gift2 and his gallant bearer felt no weight in the hallowed double burden which he carried4 ,no one stopped him1 till a lady met him and stared amazedly at him4 ,she drew nearer1 and looked closer at what he carried4 ,is it possible8 she exclaimed with terror1 is that ,tarcisius1 whom ,i met a few moments ago1 so fair and lovely8 ,madam1 replied ,quadratus1 they have murdered him because he was a ,christian4 ,the lady looked for an instant on the child's countenance4 ,he opened his eyes upon her1 smiled1 and expired4 ,from that look came the light of faith--she hastened to be a ,christian4 ,the venerable ,dionysius could hardly see for weeping1 as he removed the child's hands1 and took from his bosom1 unviolated1 the ,holy of ,holies2 and he thought he looked more like an angel now1 sleeping the martyr's slumber1 than he did when living scarcely an hour before4 ,quadratus himself bore him to the cemetery of ,callistus1 where he was buried amidst the admiration of older believers2 and later a holy ,pope composed for him an epitaph1 which no one can read without concluding that the belief in the real presence of ,our ,lord's ,body in the ,blessed ,eucharist was the same then as now3 ,christ's secret gifts1 by good ,tarcisius borne1 ,the mob profanely bade him to display2 ,he rather gave his own limbs to be torn1 ,than ,christ's ,body to mad dogs betray4 ,cardinal ,wiseman4 ,from ,fabiola2 or1 ,the ,church of the ,catacombs4 ,,addle1 to become rotten1 as eggs4 ,,tunic1 a loose garment1 reaching to the knees1 and confined at the waist by a girdle4 ,,supernatural1 prefix super1 meaning above or beyond1 natural4 -,,ion1 a suffix denoting act1 state1 condition of4 ,define emotion1 objection1 dejection1 conversion1 submission1 construction1 admiration1 persecution1 observation1 revolution1 deliberation4 ,write a letter to a friend who has sent you a copy of ,fabiola4 ,tell him how much you like the book1 what you have read in it1 and thank him for sending it4 ,make a list of the characters in the story of ,tarcisius1 and tell what you like or dislike in each4 ,memory ,gems3 ,the boy1 with proud1 yet tear-dimmed eyes1 ,kept murmuring under breath3 ,before temptation--sacrifice6 ,before dishonor--death6 ,margaret ,j4 ,preston4 ,dare to do right6 ,dare to be true6 ,other men's failures can never save you2 ,stand by your conscience1 your honor1 your faith2 ,stand like a hero1 and battle till death4 ,george ,l4 ,taylor4 ,heroes of old6 ,i humbly lay ,the laurel on your graves again2 ,whatever men have done1 men may-- ,the deeds you wrought are not in vain4 ,austin ,dobson4 99 99 99 99 99 #fa a jar' chal' ice a thwart' rap' tur ous sward ter' race jew' eled ci bo' ri um por' tal vil' lain au da' cious sac ri le' gious ,,legend ,,of ,,the ,,waxen ,,ciborium4 ,a summer night in ,remy--strokes of the midnight bell1 ,like drops of molten silver1 athwart the silence fell1 ,where 'mid the misty meadows1 the circling crystal streams1 ,a little village slumber'd1--locked in quiet dreams4 ,a lily1 green-embower'd1 beside a mossy wood1 ,with golden cross uplifted1 the small white chapel stood1 ,but in that solemn hour1 the light of moon and star ,upon its portal shining1 revealed the door ajar6 ,and lo6 into the midnight1 with noiseless feet1 there ran ,from out the sacred shadows1 a mask'd and muffl'd man1 ,who bore beneath his mantle1 with sacrilegious hold1 ,the ,victim of the altar within ,its vase of gold6 ,to right--to left1--he faltered2 then swift across the sward1 7,like dusky demon fleeing71 he bore the ,hidden ,lord2 ,by mere and moonlit meadow his rapid passage sped1 ,till1 at an open wicket1 he paused with bended head4 ,behold6 a grassy terrace1--a garden1 wide and fair1 ,and1 'mid the wealth of roses1 a beehive nestling there4 ,across the flow'ring trellis1 the villain cast his cloak1 ,upon the jeweled chalice1 the moonbeams1 sparkling1 broke6 ,o sacrilegious fingers6 your work was quickly done6 ,within the hive 7audacious67 he thrust the ,holy ,one1 ,then gath'ring up his mantle to hide the treasure bright-- ,plunged back into the darkness1 and vanish'd in the night4 99 99 99 99 99 ,forth in the summer morning1 full of the sun and breeze1 ,into his dewy garden1 walks the master of the bees4 ,all silent stands the beehive1--no little buzzing things ,among the flowers1 flutter1 on brown and golden wings4 ,untasted lies the honey within the roses' hearts1-- ,the master paces nearer1--he listens--lo6 he starts1 ,what sounds of rapturous singing6 ,o heaven6 all alive ,with strange angelic music1 is that celestial hive6 ,upon his knees adoring1 the master1 weeping1 sees ,within a honeyed cloister1 the ,chalice of the bees2 ,for lo6 the little creatures have reared a waxen shrine1 ,wherein reposes safely the ,sacred ,host ,divine6444 ,o little ones1 who listen unto this legend old 7,upon my shoulder blending your locks of brown and gold71 ,from out the hands of sinners whose hearts are foul to see1 ,behold6 the dear ,lord ,jesus appeals to you and me4 ,he says3 ,o loving children6 within your hearts prepare ,a hive of honeyed sweetness where ,i may nestle fair2 ,make haste1 ,o pure affections6 to welcome ,me therein1 ,out of the world's bright gardens1 out of the groves of ,sin4 ,and in the night of sorrow 7sweet sorrow71 like the bees1 ,around ,my ,heart shall hover your wingd ministries1 ,and while ye toil1 the angels shall1 softly singing come ,to worship ,me1 the ,captive of ,love's ,ciborium6 ,eleanor ,c4 ,donnelly4 ,from ,the ,children of the ,golden ,sheaf4 ,published by ,p4,c4 ,donnelly4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,mere1 a waste place2 a marsh4 ,,trellis1 a frame of latticework4 ,,waxen1 made of wax4 en is here a suffix meaning made of4 ,use golden1 leaden1 wooden1 in sentences of your own4 ,synonyms are words which have very nearly the same meaning4 ,what does revealed mean8 cloister8 ,find as many synonyms of these two words as you can4 ,consult your dictionary4 99 99 99 99 99 #fb stalked ep'au lets be hind' hand se date' trudg' ing com pos' ed ly fid' dler strut' ted ap pro ba' tion re sumed' af firmed' dis a gree' a ble whith er so ev' er ,,little ,,daffy-,,down-,,dilly4 ,daffy-down-dilly was so called because in his nature he resembled a flower1 and loved to do only what was beautiful and agreeable1 and took no delight in labor of any kind4 ,but1 while ,daffy-down-dilly was yet a little boy1 his mother sent him away from his pleasant home1 and put him under the care of a very strict schoolmaster1 who went by the name of ,mr4 ,toil4 ,those who knew him best1 affirmed that this ,mr4 ,toil was a very worthy character1 and that he had done more good1 both to children and grown people1 than anybody else in the world4 ,nevertheless1 ,mr4 ,toil had a severe countenance2 his voice1 too1 was harsh2 and all his ways seemed very disagreeable to our friend ,daffy-down-dilly4 ,the whole day long1 this terrible old schoolmaster sat at his desk1 overlooking the pupils1 or stalked about the room with a certain awful birch rod in his hand4 ,now came a rap over the shoulders of a boy whom ,mr4 ,toil had caught at play2 now he punished a whole class who were behindhand with their lessons2 and1 in short1 unless a lad chose to attend constantly to his book1 he had no chance of enjoying a quiet moment in the schoolroom of ,mr4 ,toil4 ,i can't bear it any longer1 said ,daffy-down-dilly to himself1 when he had been at school about a week4 ,i'll run away1 and try to find my dear mother2 at any rate1 ,i shall never find anybody half so disagreeable as this old ,mr4 ,toil4 ,so1 the very next morning1 off started poor ,daffy-down-dilly1 and began his rambles about the world1 with only some bread and cheese for his breakfast1 and very little pocket money to pay his expenses4 ,but he had gone only a short distance1 when he overtook a man of grave and sedate appearance1 who was trudging along the road at a moderate pace4 ,good-morning1 my fine little lad1 said the stranger2 whence do you come so early1 and whither are you going8 ,daffy-down-dilly hesitated a moment or two1 but finally confessed that he had run away from school1 on account of his great dislike to ,mr4 ,toil2 and that he was resolved to find some place in the world where he should never see nor hear of the old schoolmaster again4 ,very well1 my little friend1 answered the stranger1 we will go together2 for ,i1 also1 have had a great deal to do with ,mr4 ,toil1 and should be glad to find some place where his name was never heard4 ,they had not gone far1 when they passed a field where some haymakers were at work1 mowing down the tall grass1 and spreading it out in the sun to dry4 ,daffy-down-dilly was delighted with the sweet smell of the new-mown grass1 and thought how much pleasanter it must be to make hay in the sunshine1 under the blue sky1 and with the birds singing sweetly in the neighboring trees and bushes1 than to be shut up in a dismal schoolroom1 learning lessons all day long1 and continually scolded by ,mr4 ,toil4 ,but1 in the midst of these thoughts1 while he was stopping to peep over the stone wall1 he started back1 caught hold of his companion's hand1 and cried1 ,quick1 quick6 ,let us run away1 or he will catch us6 ,who will catch us8 asked the stranger4 ,mr4 ,toil1 the old schoolmaster6 answered ,daffy-down-dilly4 ,don't you see him among the haymakers8 ,don't be afraid1 said the stranger4 ,this is not ,mr4 ,toil1 the schoolmaster1 but a brother of his1 who was bred a farmer2 and people say he is the more disagreeable man of the two4 ,however1 he won't trouble you1 unless you become a laborer on the farm4 ,they went on a little farther1 and soon heard the sound of a drum and fife4 ,daffy-down-dilly besought his companion to hurry forward1 that they might not miss seeing the soldiers4 ,quick step6 ,forward march6 shouted a gruff voice4 ,little ,daffy-down-dilly started in great dismay2 and1 turning his eyes to the captain of the company1 what should he see but the very image of old ,mr4 ,toil himself1 with a smart cap and feather on his head1 a pair of gold epaulets on his shoulders1 a laced coat on his back1 a purple sash round his waist1 and a long sword1 instead of a birch rod1 in his hand6 ,though he held his head high and strutted like a rooster1 still he looked quite as ugly and disagreeable as when he was hearing lessons in the schoolroom4 ,this is certainly old ,mr4 ,toil1 said ,daffy-down-dilly1 in a trembling voice4 ,let us run away1 for fear he will make us enlist in his company6 ,you are mistaken again1 my little friend1 replied the stranger1 very composedly4 ,this is not ,mr4 ,toil1 the schoolmaster1 but a brother of his1 who has served in the army all his life4 ,people say he's a very severe fellow1 but you and ,i need not be afraid of him4 ,well1 well1 said ,daffy-down-dilly1 but1 if you please1 sir1 ,i don't want to see the soldiers any more4 ,so the child and the stranger resumed their journey2 and1 by and by1 they came to a house by the roadside1 where some people were making merry4 ,young men and rosy-cheeked girls1 with smiles on their faces1 were dancing to the sound of a fiddle4 ,let us stop here1 cried ,daffy-down-dilly to his companion2 for ,mr4 ,toil will never dare to show his face where there is a fiddler1 and where people are dancing and making merry4 ,we shall be quite safe here4 ,but these last words died away upon ,daffy-down-dilly's tongue1 for1 happening to cast his eyes on the fiddler1 whom should he behold again1 but the likeness of ,mr4 ,toil1 holding a fiddle bow instead of a birch rod4 ,oh1 dear6 whispered he1 turning pale1 it seems as if there was nobody but ,mr4 ,toil in the world4 ,who could have thought of his playing on a fiddle6 ,this is not your old schoolmaster1 said the stranger1 but another brother of his1 who was bred in ,france1 where he learned the profession of a fiddler4 ,he is ashamed of his family1 and generally calls himself ,mr4 ,pleasure2 but his real name is ,toil1 and those who have known him best1 think him still more disagreeable than his brother4 ,pray let us go a little farther1 said ,daffy-down-dilly4 ,i don't like the looks of this fiddler4 ,thus the stranger and little ,daffy-down-dilly went wandering along the highway1 and in shady lanes1 and through pleasant villages2 and1 whithersoever they went1 behold6 there was the image of old ,mr4 ,toil4 ,he stood like a scarecrow in the cornfields4 ,if they entered a house1 he sat in the parlor2 if they peeped into the kitchen1 he was there4 ,he made himself at home in every cottage1 and1 under one disguise or another1 stole into the most splendid mansions4 ,oh1 take me back6--take me back6 said poor little ,daffy-down-dilly1 bursting into tears4 ,if there is nothing but ,toil all the world over1 ,i may just as well go back to the schoolhouse4 ,yonder it is1--there is the schoolhouse6 said the stranger2 for1 though he and little ,daffy-down-dilly had taken a great many steps1 they had traveled in a circle1 instead of a straight line4 ,come2 we will go back to school together4 ,there was something in his companion's voice that little ,daffy-down-dilly now remembered2 and it is strange that he had not remembered it sooner4 ,looking up into his face1 behold6 there again was the likeness of old ,mr4 ,toil2 so the poor child had been in company with ,toil all day1 even while he was doing his best to run away from him4 ,when ,daffy-down-dilly became better acquainted with ,mr4 ,toil1 he began to think that his ways were not so very disagreeable1 and that the old schoolmaster's smile of approbation made his face almost as pleasant as the face of his own dear mother4 ,nathaniel ,hawthorne4 ,little ,daffy-down-dilly and ,other ,stories4 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,publishers4 99 99 99 99 99 ,how will the following sentences read if you change the name-words from the singular to the plural form3 ,the old schoolmaster has a rod in his hand4 ,the boy likes his teacher4 ,the girl goes cheerfully on an errand for her mother4 ,the pupil attends to his book1 and knows his lesson perfectly4 ,under the blue sky1 and while the bird was singing sweetly in tree and bush1 the farmer was making hay in his meadow4 ,the man won't trouble him unless he becomes a laborer on his farm4 ,the captain had a smart cap and feather on his head1 a laced coat on his back1 a purple sash round his waist1 and a long sword instead of a birch rod in his hand4 ,from points furnished by your teacher1 write a short composition on ,our ,school4 ,be careful as to spelling1 capitals1 punctuation1 paragraphs1 margin1 penmanship1 neatness and general appearance4 ,memory ,gems3 ,evil is wrought by want of thought1 ,as well as want of heart4 ,hood4 ,it is not where you are1 but what you are1 that determines your happiness4 99 99 99 99 99 #fc su' macs char' coal of fi' cial fres' coes in i' tial rest' less ly ,,in ,,school ,,days ,still sits the schoolhouse by the road1 ,a ragged beggar sunning2 ,around it still the sumacs grow ,and blackberry vines are running4 ,within1 the master's desk is seen1 ,deep scarred by raps official2 ,the warping floor1 the battered seats1 ,the jackknife's carved initial2 ,the charcoal frescoes on its wall2 ,its door's worn sill1 betraying ,the feet that1 creeping slow to school1 ,went storming out to playing6 ,long years ago a winter sun ,shone over it at setting2 ,lit up its western window-panes1 ,and low eaves' icy fretting4 ,it touched the tangled golden curls1 ,and brown eyes full of grieving1 ,of one who still her steps delayed ,when all the school were leaving4 ,for near her stood the little boy ,her childish favor singled2 ,his cap pulled low upon a face ,where pride and shame were mingled4 ,pushing with restless feet the snow ,to right and left1 he lingered2 ,as restlessly her tiny hands ,the blue-checked apron fingered4 ,he saw her lift her eyes2 he felt ,the soft hand's light caressing1 ,and heard the tremble of her voice1 ,as if a fault confessing3 ,i'm sorry that ,i spelt the word2 ,i hate to go above you1 ,because1--the brown eyes lower fell1-- ,because1 you see1 ,i love you6 ,still memory to a gray-haired man ,that sweet child-face is showing4 ,dear girl6 the grasses on her grave ,have forty years been growing6 ,he lives to learn1 in life's hard school1 ,how few who pass above him ,lament their triumph and his loss1 ,like her1--because they love him4 ,whittier4 ,from ,child ,life in ,poetry4 ,houghton1 ,mifflin ,co41 ,publishers4 ,illustration3 ,john ,g4 ,whittier4 99 99 99 99 99 #fd ,mars so' lar 7ler7 ,ve' nus plan' ets ,mer' cu ry di am' e ter com' pass es sat' el lite tel' e scope grad' u al ly in' ter est ing cir cum' fer ence ,,the ,,sun',s ,,family ,please tell me a story1 ,frank said ,philip1 as the two boys sat in the shade of a large tree4 ,i have heard and read many wonderful stories4 ,i will try to recall one1 said ,frank4 ,let me see4 ,well--perhaps--,i think that the most wonderful story ,i have ever read is that of the solar system1 or the sun's family4 ,solar system6 repeated ,philip4 ,that certainly sounds hard enough to puzzle even a fairy4 ,please tell me all about it4 ,that ,i should find much too hard answered ,frank4 ,but ,i'll try to tell you what little ,i know4 ,you see the sun there1 don't you--the great shining sun8 ,do you think the sun moves8 ,of course it moves1 said ,philip4 ,i always see it in the morning when ,i am in the garden4 ,it rises first above the bushes1 then over the trees and houses2 by evening it has traveled across the sky1 when it sinks below the houses and trees1 out of sight on the other side of the town4 ,now that is quite a mistake1 said ,frank1 ,you think that the sun is traveling all that way along the sky1 whereas it is really we--we on this big ball of earth--who are moving4 ,we are whirling around on the outer surface1 rushing on at the rate--let me think--at the rate of more than one thousand miles a minute6 ,frank1 what do you mean8 cried ,philip4 ,i mean that the earth is moving many times faster than a ball moves when shot from the mouth of a cannon6 ,do you expect me to believe that1 ,frank6 ,i can hardly believe that this big1 solid earth moves at all2 but to think of it with all the cities1 towns1 and people whirling round and round faster than a ball from the mouth of a cannon1 while we never feel that it stirs one inch1--this is much harder to believe than all that the fairies have ever told us4 ,yes1 but it is quite true for all that1 replied ,frank4 ,i have learned much about the motions of the planets1 and viewed the stars one night through a telescope4 ,as ,i looked through this instrument1 the stars appeared to me much larger than ever before4 ,the earth is a planet1 and there are besides our earth seven large planets and many small ones1 which also whirl around the sun4 ,some of these planets are larger than our world4 ,some of them also move much faster4 ,the sun is in the middle with the planets moving around him4 ,the one nearest to the sun is ,mercury4 ,it must be hot there6 cried ,philip4 ,i dare say that if we were in ,mercury we should be scorched to ashes2 but if creatures live on that planet1 ,god has given them a different nature from ours1 so that they may enjoy what would be dreadful to us4 ,the next planet to ,mercury is ,venus4 ,venus is sometimes seen shining so bright after sunset2 then she is called the evening star4 ,some of the time1 a little before sunrise1 she may be seen in the east2 she is then called the morning star4 ,venus can never be an evening star and a morning star at the same time of the year4 ,if you are watching her this evening before or after sundown1 there is no use getting up early to-morrow to look for her again4 ,for several weeks ,venus remains an evening star1 then gradually disappears4 ,two months later you may see her in the east--a bright morning star4 ,our earth is the third planet1 and ,mars is the fourth from the sun4 ,now let us make a drawing of what we have been talking about4 ,first open the compasses one inch2 describe a circle1 and make a dot on its circumference1 naming it ,mercury4 ,write on this circle eighty-eight days2 this shows the time it takes ,mercury to travel around the sun4 ,make another circle three and one-half inches in diameter and make a dot on it4 ,this represents ,venus4 ,it takes ,venus two hundred twenty-five days to journey around the sun4 ,the next circle we have to draw is a very interesting one to us4 ,the compasses must be opened two and one-half inches4 ,the path made represents the journey we take in three hundred sixty-five days4 ,one more circle must be drawn to complete our little plan4 ,this circle must be eight inches in diameter4 ,you see ,mars is much farther from the sun than our earth is4 ,it takes him six hundred eighty-seven days to make the trip around the sun4 ,the other planets are too far away to be put in this plan4 ,o1 ,frank1 you have missed the biggest of all--the moon6 said ,philip4 ,o1 no1 no6 exclaimed ,frank4 ,the moon is quite a little ball4 ,it is less than seven thousand miles around her1 while our earth is twenty-five thousand miles around4 ,is that a little ball1 ,frank8 ,yes1 compared with the sun and the planets4 ,the moon is what is called a satellite--that is1 a servant or an attendant4 ,she is a satellite of our earth4 ,she keeps circling round and round our earth1 while we go circling round and round the sun4 ,how fast the moon must travel6 ,if ,i were to go rushing round a field1 and a bird should keep flying around my head1 you see that the movements of the bird would be much quicker than mine4 ,i can't understand it1 ,frank1 said ,philip4 ,the moon always looks so quiet in the sky4 ,if she is darting about like lightning1 why is it that she scarcely seems to move more than an inch in ten minutes8 ,i suppose1 said ,frank1 after a thoughtful silence1 that what to us seems an inch in the sky is really many miles4 ,you know how very fast the steam cars seem to go when one is quite near them1 yet ,i have seen a train of cars far off which seemed to go so slowly that ,i could fancy it was painted on the sky4 ,yes1 that must be the reason2 but how do people find out these curious things about the sun and the stars--to know how large they are and how fast they go8 asked ,philip4 ,that is something we shall understand when we are older1 said ,frank4 ,we must gain a little knowledge every day4 ,is the earth the only planet that has a moon8 asked ,philip4 ,mercury and ,venus have no moons4 ,mars has two1 and ,jupiter has four1 but we can see them only when we look through a telescope4 replied ,frank4 ,are all the twinkling stars which one sees on a fine clear night1 planets8 inquired ,philip4 ,those that twinkle are not planets2 they are fixed stars1 said ,frank4 ,a planet does not twinkle4 ,it has no light of its own4 ,it shines just as the moon shines1 because the sun gives it light4 ,but our earth does not shine6 said ,philip4 ,indeed it does1 explained ,frank4 ,our earth appears to ,venus and ,mars as a shining planet4 ,there must be many more fixed stars than planets1 then1 for almost every star that ,i can see twinkles and sparkles like a diamond4 ,do these fixed stars all go around the sun8 asked ,philip4 ,o1 ,philip6 haven't you noticed that they are called fixed stars to show that they do not move like planets8 ,the word planet means to wander4 ,these fixed stars are suns themselves1 which may have planets of their own4 ,they are so very far away that we cannot know much about them1 except that they shine of themselves just as our sun does4 ,we know that our sun gives light and heat to the planets and satellites with which he is surrounded4 ,we know that without his warm rays there would not be any flowers or birds or any living thing on the earth4 ,so we can easily imagine that all other suns are shining in the same way for the worlds that surround them4 99 99 99 99 99 ,make a drawing of the sun and the three planets nearest it1 as directed in the lesson4 ,fill each blank space in the following sentences with the correct form of the action-word draw3 ,my boys like to --4 ,yesterday they -- the picture of an old mill4 ,they are now -- a picture of the solar system4 ,the lines on the blackboard were -- by ,john4 ,he -- well4 99 99 99 99 99 #fe dew' y clos'es ca ress' twined wreaths weath'er brook' let togeth'er ,,will ,,and ,i ,we roam the hills together1 ,in the golden summer weather1 ,will and ,i2 ,and the glowing sunbeams bless us1 ,and the winds of heaven caress us1 ,as we wander hand in hand ,through the blissful summer land1 ,will and ,i4 ,where the tinkling brooklet passes ,through the heart of dewy grasses1 ,will and ,i ,have heard the mock-bird singing1 ,and the field lark seen upspringing1 ,in his happy flight afar1 ,like a tiny winged star-- ,will and ,i4 ,amid cool forest closes1 ,we have plucked the wild wood-roses1 ,will and ,i2 ,and have twined1 with tender duty1 ,sweet wreaths to crown the beauty ,of the purest brows that shine ,with a mother-love divine1 ,will and ,i4 ,ah6 thus we roam together1 ,through the golden summer weather1 ,will and ,i2 ,while the glowing sunbeams bless us1 ,and the winds of heaven caress us1 ,as we wander hand in hand ,o'er the blissful summer land1 ,will and ,i4 ,paul ,h4 ,hayne4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,closes1 small inclosed fields4 ,write about what you and ,will saw1 heard1 and did1 as you roamed together over the hills1 through the woods1 along the brooklet1 on a certain bright1 clear day in early summer4 ,you are a country boy and ,will is your city cousin4 ,if you begin your composition by saying1 ,it was a beautiful afternoon towards the end of ,june1 keep the image of the day in mind till the end of the paragraph2 tell what made the day beautiful1--such as the sun1 the sky1 the trees1 the grass4 ,in other paragraphs tell the things you saw and heard in the order in which you saw and heard them4 ,give a paragraph to what you did in the closes of the cool forest1 and why you plucked the wild flowers4 ,conclude by telling what a pleasant surprise you gave mother on your return home2 and how she surprised you two hungry boys during supper4 ,in your composition1 use as many of the words and phrases of the poem as you can4 99 99 99 99 99 #ff themes her' e sy ramp' ant a chieved' es cort ed po ta'toes trem' u lous lux u' ri ous cre du' li ty in cred' i ble phe nom' e non pre ma ture' ly ,,christmas ,,dinner ,,at ,,the ,,cratchits'4 ,illustration3 ,tiny ,tim and ,bob ,cratchit4 ,then up rose ,mrs4 ,cratchit1 dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown1 but brave in ribbons1 which are cheap2 and she laid the cloth1 assisted by ,belinda ,cratchit1 second of her daughters1 also brave in ribbons2 while ,master ,peter ,cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes1 and getting the corners of his monstrous shirt-collar 7,bob's private property1 conferred upon his son and heir in honor of the day7 into his mouth1 rejoiced to find himself so gallantly attired4 ,and now two smaller ,cratchits1 boy and girl1 came tearing in1 screaming that outside the baker's they had smelt the goose1 and known it for their own2 and1 basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onions1 they danced about the table1 and exalted ,master ,peter ,cratchit to the skies1 while he 7not proud1 although his collar nearly choked him7 blew the fire1 until the potatoes1 bubbling up1 knocked loudly at the saucepan-lid to be let out and peeled4 ,what has ever kept your precious father1 then8 said ,mrs4 ,cratchit4 ,and your brother1 ,tiny ,tim8 ,and ,martha wasn't as late last ,christmas ,day by half an hour6 ,here's ,martha1 mother6 cried the two young ,cratchits4 ,hurrah6 ,there's such a goose1 ,martha6 ,why1 bless your heart alive1 my dear1 how late you are6 said ,mrs4 ,cratchit1 kissing her a dozen times1 and taking off her shawl and bonnet for her with officious zeal4 ,we'd a deal of work to finish up last night1 and had to clear away this morning1 mother6 ,well1 never mind so long as you are come1 said ,mrs4 ,cratchit4 ,sit ye down before the fire1 my dear1 and have a warm1 ,lord bless ye6 ,no1 no6 ,there's father coming1 cried the two young ,cratchits1 who were everywhere at once4 ,hide1 ,martha1 hide6 ,so ,martha hid herself1 and in came the father1 with at least three feet of comforter1 exclusive of the fringe1 hanging down before him2 and his threadbare clothes darned up and brushed1 to look seasonable2 and ,tiny ,tim upon his shoulder4 ,alas for ,tiny ,tim1 he bore a little crutch1 and had his limb supported by an iron frame4 ,why1 where's our ,martha8 cried ,bob ,cratchit1 looking round4 ,not coming1 said ,mrs4 ,cratchit4 ,not coming6 said ,bob1 with a sudden declension in his high spirits2 for he had been ,tim's blood-horse all the way from church1 and had come home rampant4 ,not coming upon ,christmas ,day6 ,martha didn't like to see him disappointed1 if it were only in joke2 so she came out prematurely from behind the closet door1 and ran into his arms1 while the two young ,cratchits hustled ,tiny ,tim1 and bore him off to the wash-house1 that he might hear the pudding singing in the copper4 ,and how did little ,tim behave8 asked ,mrs4 ,cratchit1 when she had rallied ,bob on his credulity1 and ,bob had hugged his daughter to his heart's content4 ,as good as gold1 said ,bob1 and better4 ,somehow he gets thoughtful1 sitting by himself so much1 and thinks the strangest things you ever heard4 ,he told me1 coming home1 that he hoped the people saw him in the church1 because he was a cripple1 and it might be pleasant to them to remember1 upon ,christmas ,day1 who made lame beggars walk and blind men see4 ,bob's voice was tremulous when he told them this1 and trembled more when he said that ,tiny ,tim was growing strong and hearty4 ,his active little crutch was heard upon the floor1 and back came ,tiny ,tim before another word was spoken1 escorted by his brother and sister to his stool beside the fire2 and while ,bob compounded some hot mixture in a jug1 and put it on the hob to simmer1 ,master ,peter and the two ubiquitous young ,cratchits went to fetch the goose1 with which they soon returned in high procession4 ,such a bustle ensued that you might have thought a goose the rarest of all birds2 a feathered phenomenon1 to which a black swan was a matter of course--and in truth it was something very like it in that house4 ,mrs4 ,cratchit made the gravy hissing hot2 ,master ,peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor2 ,miss ,belinda sweetened up the apple sauce2 ,martha dusted the hot plates2 ,bob took ,tiny ,tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table2 the two young ,cratchits set chairs for everybody1 not forgetting themselves1 and1 mounting guard upon their posts1 crammed spoons into their mouths1 lest they should shriek for goose before their turn came to be helped4 ,at last the dishes were set on1 and grace was said4 ,it was succeeded by a breathless pause1 as ,mrs4 ,cratchit1 looking slowly all along the carving knife1 prepared to plunge it in the breast2 but when she did1 and when the long-expected gush of stuffing issued forth1 one murmur of delight arose all round the board1 and even ,tiny ,tim1 excited by the two young ,cratchits1 beat on the table with the handle of his knife1 and feebly cried ,hurrah6 ,bob said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked4 ,its tenderness and flavor1 size and cheapness1 were the themes of universal admiration4 ,eked out by apple sauce and mashed potatoes1 it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family2 indeed1 as ,mrs4 ,cratchit said with great delight 7surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish71 they hadn't eaten it all at last6 ,yet every one had had enough1 and the youngest ,cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the eyebrows6 ,but now1 the plates being changed by ,miss ,belinda1 ,mrs4 ,cratchit left the room alone--too nervous to bear witnesses--to take the pudding up and bring it in4 ,suppose it should not be done enough6 ,suppose it should break in turning out6 ,suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the backyard and stolen it1 while they were merry with the goose--a supposition at which the two young ,cratchits became livid4 ,all sorts of horrors were supposed4 ,halloa6 ,a great deal of steam6 ,the pudding was out of the copper4 ,a smell like a washing day6 ,that was the cloth4 ,a smell like an eating house and a pastry cook's next door to each other1 with a laundress's next door to that6 ,that was the pudding6 ,in half a minute ,mrs4 ,cratchit entered--flushed1 but smiling proudly--with the pudding like a speckled cannon ball1 so hard and firm1 smoking hot1 and bedight with ,christmas holly stuck into the top4 ,oh1 a wonderful pudding6 ,bob ,cratchit said1 and calmly too1 that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by ,mrs4 ,cratchit since their marriage4 ,mrs4 ,cratchit said that1 now the weight was off her mind1 she would confess she had her doubts about the quantity of flour4 ,everybody had something to say about it1 but nobody said or thought it was at all a small pudding for so large a family4 ,it would have been flat heresy to do so4 ,any ,cratchit would have blushed to hint at such a thing4 ,at last the dinner was all done1 the cloth was cleared1 the hearth swept1 and the fire made up4 ,the compound in the jug being tasted1 and considered perfect1 apples and oranges were put upon the table1 and a shovelful of chestnuts on the fire4 ,then all the ,cratchit family drew round the hearth in what ,bob ,cratchit called a circle1 meaning half a one2 and at ,bob ,cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass1--two tumblers and a custard cup without a handle4 ,these held the hot stuff from the jug1 however1 as well as golden goblets would have done2 and ,bob served it out with beaming looks1 while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily4 ,then ,bob proposed3 ,a ,merry ,christmas to us all1 my dears4 ,god bless us6 ,which all the family re3echoed4 ,god bless us every one6 said ,tiny ,tim1 the last of all4 ,he sat very close to his father's side1 upon his little stool4 ,bob held his withered little hand in his1 as if he loved the child1 and wished to keep him by his side1 and dreaded that he might be taken from him4 ,charles ,dickens4 ,illustration3 ,portrait of ,dickens4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,declension1 a falling downward4 ,,copper1 a boiler made of copper4 ,,rallied1 indulged in pleasant humor4 ,,ubiquitous 7u b7ik' w7i t7us71 appearing to be everywhere at the same time4 ,,eked ,,out1 added to2 increased4 ,,bedight1 bedecked2 adorned4 ,,re3,e,,choed 7rechoed73 ,what is the mark placed over the second called1 and what does it denote8 ,,note4--,a ,christmas ,carol1 from which the selection is taken1 is considered the best short story that ,dickens wrote1 and one of the best ,christmas stories ever written4 ,the ,cratchits were very poor as to the goods of this world1 but very rich in love1 kindness1 and contentment4 99 99 99 99 99 #fg ,,which ,,shall ,,it ,,be8 ,which shall it be8 ,which shall it be8 ,i looked at ,john1 ,john looked at me2 ,and when ,i found that ,i must speak1 ,my voice seemed strangely low and weak3 ,tell me again what ,robert said1 ,and then ,i1 listening1 bent my head-- ,this is his letter3 ,i will give ,a house and land while you shall live1 ,if in return from out your seven ,one child to me for aye is given4 ,i looked at ,john's old garments worn2 ,i thought of all that he had borne ,of poverty1 and work1 and care1 ,which ,i1 though willing1 could not share2 ,i thought of seven young mouths to feed1 ,of seven little children's need1 ,and then of this4 ,come1 ,john1 said ,i1 ,we'll choose among them as they lie ,asleep4 ,so1 walking hand in hand1 ,dear ,john and ,i surveyed our band3 ,first to the cradle lightly stepped1 ,where ,lilian1 the baby1 slept4 ,softly the father stooped to lay ,his rough hand down in loving way1 ,when dream or whisper made her stir1 ,and huskily he said3 ,not her6 ,we stooped beside the trundle-bed1 ,and one long ray of lamplight shed ,athwart the boyish faces there1 ,in sleep so pitiful and fair2 ,i saw on ,jamie's rough1 red cheek ,a tear undried4 ,ere ,john could speak1 ,he's but a baby too1 said ,i1 ,and kissed him as we hurried by4 ,pale1 patient ,robbie's angel face ,still in his sleep bore suffering's trace-- ,no1 for a thousand crowns1 not him6 ,he whispered1 while our eyes were dim4 ,poor ,dick6 bad ,dick1 our wayward son-- ,turbulent1 restless1 idle one-- ,could he be spared8 ,nay1 ,he who gave ,bade us befriend him to the grave2 ,only a mother's heart could be ,patient enough for such as he2 ,and so1 said ,john1 ,i would not dare ,to take him from her bedside prayer4 ,then stole we softly up above1 ,and knelt by ,mary1 child of love2 ,perhaps for her 'twould better be1 ,i said to ,john4 ,quite silently ,he lifted up a curl that lay ,across her cheek in wilful way1 ,and shook his head3 ,nay1 love1 not thee1 ,the while my heart beat audibly4 ,only one more1 our eldest lad1 ,trusty and truthful1 good and glad1 ,so like his father4 ,no1 ,john1 no6 ,i cannot1 will not1 let him go4 ,and so we wrote in courteous way1 ,we could not give one child away2 ,and afterwards toil lighter seemed1 ,thinking of that of which we dreamed1 ,happy in truth that not one face ,was missed from its accustomed place1 ,thankful to work for all the seven1 ,trusting the rest to ,one in ,heaven6 ,anonymous4 99 99 99 99 99 ,write the story of the poem in the form of a composition4 ,tell of the great affection of parents for their children4 ,even in the poorest and most numerous families1 what parent could think of parting with a child for any sum of money8 ,tell about the letter ,john and his wife received from a rich man without children who wished to adopt one of their seven4 ,tell about the offer the rich man made4 ,what a great temptation this was6 ,the parents considered the offer1 looked into each other's faces and asked1 ,which shall it be8 ,not the baby4 ,why8 ,not the two youngest boys4 ,why8 ,not the poor helpless little cripple4 ,why8 ,not the sweet child1 ,mary4 ,why8 ,not ,dick1 the wayward son4 ,why8 ,not1 for worlds1 the oldest boy4 ,why8 ,tell the answer the parents sent the rich man4 99 99 99 99 99 #fh ,dor'o thy in her'it ance ,cap pa do' ci a ob' sti na cy ,the oph' i lus ex e cu' tion ers ,,st4 ,,dorothy1 ,,martyr ,the names of ,st4 ,catherine and ,st4 ,agnes1 ,st4 ,lucy and ,st4 ,cecilia1 are familiar to us all2 and to many of us1 no doubt1 their histories are well known also4 ,young as they were1 they despised alike the pleasures and the flatteries of the world4 ,they chose ,god alone as their portion and inheritance2 and ,he has highly exalted them1 and placed their names amongst those glorious martyrs whose memory is daily honored in the holy ,sacrifice of the ,mass4 ,st4 ,dorothy was another of these virgin saints4 ,she was born in the city of ,csarea1 and was descended of a rich and noble family4 ,while the last of the ten terrible persecutions1 which for three hundred years steeped the ,church in the blood of martyrs1 was raging1 ,dorothy embraced the faith of ,christ1 and1 in consequence1 was seized and carried before the ,roman ,prefect of the city4 ,she was put to the most cruel tortures1 and1 at length1 condemned to death4 ,when the executioners were preparing to behead her1 the ,prefect said1 ,now1 at least1 confess your folly1 and pray to the immortal gods for pardon4 ,i pray1 replied the martyr1 that the ,god of heaven and earth may pardon and have mercy on you2 and ,i will also pray when ,i reach the land whither ,i am going4 ,of what land do you speak8 asked the judge1 who1 like most of the pagans1 had very little notion of another world4 ,i speak of that land where ,christ1 the ,son of ,god1 dwells with his saints1 replied ,st4 ,dorothy4 ,there is neither night nor sorrow2 there is the river of life1 and the brightness of eternal glory2 and there is a paradise of all delight1 and flowers that shall never fade4 ,i pray you1 then1 said a young man1 named ,theophilus1 who was listening to her words with pity mingled with wonder1 if these things be so1 to send me some of those flowers1 when you shall have reached the land you speak of4 ,dorothy looked at him as he spoke2 and then answered3 ,theophilus1 you shall have the sign you ask for4 ,there was no time for more2 the executioner placed her before the block1 and1 in another moment1 with one blow1 he struck off the head of the holy martyr4 ,those were strange words1 said ,theophilus to one of his friends1 as they were about to leave the court2 but these ,christians are not like other people4 ,their obstinacy is altogether surprising1 rejoined his friend2 death itself will never make them waver4 ,but who is this1 ,theophilus8 he continued1 as a young boy came up to them1 of such singular beauty that the eyes of all were fixed upon him with wonder and admiration4 ,he seemed not more than ten years old2 his golden hair fell on his shoulders1 and in his hand he bore four roses1 two white and two red1 and of so brilliant a color and rich a fragrance that their like had never before been seen4 ,he held them out to ,theophilus4 ,these flowers are for you1 said he2 will you not take them8 ,and whence do you bring them1 my boy8 asked ,theophilus4 ,from ,dorothy1 he replied1 and they are the sign you even now asked for4 ,roses1 and in winter time6 said ,theophilus1 as he took the flowers2 yea1 and such roses as never blossomed in any earthly garden4 ,prefect1 your task is not yet ended2 your sword has slain one ,christian1 but it has made another2 ,i1 too1 profess the faith for which ,dorothy died4 ,within another hour1 ,theophilus was condemned to death by the enraged ,prefect2 and on the spot where ,dorothy had been beheaded1 he too poured forth his blood1 and obtained the crown of martyrdom4 99 99 99 99 99 ,c,,sarea 7s7es 4a re' 4a71 an ancient city of ,palestine4 ,it is celebrated as being the scene of many events recorded in the ,new ,testament4 ,memory ,gem3 ,virtue treads paths that end not in the grave4 ,a line from ,lowell's #j;de4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #fi ,,to ,a ,,butterfly4 ,i've watched you now a full half hour ,self-poised upon that yellow flower2 ,and1 little butterfly1 indeed ,i know not if you sleep or feed4 ,how motionless6--not frozen seas ,more motionless6--and then ,what joy awaits you1 when the breeze ,hath found you out among the trees1 ,and calls you forth again6 ,this plot of orchard ground is ours2 ,my trees they are1 my sister's flowers2 ,here rest your wings when they are weary2 ,here lodge as in a sanctuary6 ,come often to us1 fear no wrong2 ,sit near us on the bough6 ,we'll talk of sunshine and of song1 ,and summer days1 when we were young2 ,sweet childish days1 that were as long ,as twenty days are now6 ,wordsworth4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,self-,,poised1 balanced4 ,what is a sanctuary8 ,in the ,temple at ,jerusalem1 what was the ,holy of ,holies8 ,why are the sanctuaries of ,catholic churches so supremely holy8 ,why are sweet childish days as long ,as twenty days are now8 ,tell what you know of the author's life4 ,memorize the poem4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #gj re tort' ed quizzed in cred' i ble man u fac' ture sat' ire vi o lin' ist com pre hend' me lo' di ous ly hu' mor ex hib' it a chieve' ments for' ests ,,the ,,pen ,,and ,,the ,,inkstand4 ,in the room of a poet1 where his inkstand stood upon the table1 it was said1 ,it is wonderful what can come out of an inkstand4 ,what will the next thing be8 ,it is wonderful6 ,yes1 certainly1 said the ,inkstand4 ,it's extraordinary--that's what ,i always say1 he exclaimed to the pen and to the other articles on the table that were near enough to hear4 ,it is wonderful what a number of things can come out of me4 ,it's quite incredible4 ,and ,i really don't myself know what will be the next thing1 when that man begins to dip into me4 ,one drop out of me is enough for half a page of paper2 and what cannot be contained in half a page8 ,from me all the works of the poet go forth--all these living men1 whom people can imagine they have met--all the deep feeling1 the humor1 the vivid pictures of nature4 ,i myself don't understand how it is1 for ,i am not acquainted with nature1 but it certainly is in me4 ,from me all things have gone forth1 and from me proceed the troops of charming maidens1 and of brave knights on prancing steeds1 and all the lame and the blind1 and ,i don't know what more--,i assure you ,i don't think of anything4 ,there you are right1 said the ,pen2 you don't think at all2 for if you did1 you would comprehend that you only furnish the fluid4 ,you give the fluid1 that ,i may exhibit upon the paper what dwells in me1 and what ,i would bring to the day4 ,it is the pen that writes4 ,no man doubts that2 and1 indeed1 most people have about as much insight into poetry as an old inkstand4 ,you have but little experience1 replied the ,inkstand4 ,you've hardly been in service a week1 and are already half worn out4 ,do you fancy you are the poet8 ,you are only a servant2 and before you came ,i had many of your sorts1 some of the goose family1 and others of ,english manufacture4 ,i know the quill as well as the steel pen4 ,many have been in my service1 and ,i shall have many more when he comes--the man who goes through the motions for me1 and writes down what he derives from me4 ,i should like to know what will be the next thing he'll take out of me4 ,inkpot6 exclaimed the ,pen4 ,late in the evening the poet came home4 ,he had been to a concert1 where he had heard a famous violinist1 with whose admirable performances he was quite enchanted4 ,the player had drawn a wonderful wealth of tone from the instrument2 sometimes it had sounded like tinkling water-drops1 like rolling pearls1 sometimes like birds twittering in chorus1 and then again it went swelling on like the wind through the fir trees4 ,the poet thought he heard his own heart weeping1 but weeping melodiously1 like the sound of woman's voice4 ,it seemed as though not only the strings sounded1 but every part of the instrument4 ,it was a wonderful performance2 and difficult as the piece was1 the bow seemed to glide easily to and fro over the strings1 and it looked as though every one might do it4 ,the violin seemed to sound of itself1 and the bow to move of itself--those two appeared to do everything2 and the audience forgot the master who guided them and breathed soul and spirit into them4 ,the master was forgotten2 but the poet remembered him1 and named him1 and wrote down his thoughts concerning the subject3 ,how foolish it would be of the violin and the bow to boast of their achievements4 ,and yet we men often commit this folly--the poet1 the artist1 the laborer in the domain of science1 the general--we all do it4 ,we are only the instruments which the ,almighty uses3 to ,him alone be the honor6 ,we have nothing of which we should be proud4 ,yes1 that is what the poet wrote down4 ,he wrote it in the form of a parable1 which he called ,the ,master and the ,instrument4 ,that is what you get1 madam1 said the ,pen to the ,inkstand1 when the two were alone again4 ,did you not hear him read aloud what ,i have written down8 ,yes1 what ,i gave you to write1 retorted the ,inkstand4 ,that was a cut at you1 because of your conceit4 ,that you should not even have understood that you were being quizzed6 ,i gave you a cut from within me--surely ,i must know my own satire6 ,ink-pipkin6 cried the ,pen4 ,writing-stick6 cried the ,inkstand4 ,and each of them felt a conviction that he had answered well2 and it is a pleasing conviction to feel that one has given a good answer--a conviction on which one can sleep2 and accordingly they slept upon it4 ,but the poet did not sleep4 ,thoughts welled up from within him1 like the tones from the violin1 falling like pearls1 rushing like the storm-wind through the forests4 ,he understood his own heart in these thoughts1 and caught a ray from the ,eternal ,master4 ,to ,him be all the honor6 ,hans ,christian ,andersen4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,pipkin1 a small pipe2 a small jar made of baked clay4 ,write as many synonyms as you know1 or can find1 of the words vivid1 exhibit1 comprehend4 ,consult the dictionary4 ,what one word may you use instead of laborer in the domain of science8 ,seek in your dictionary the definition of the word parable4 ,relate one of our ,lord's parables4 ,by means of the prefixes and suffixes that you have learned1 form as many words as you can from the following3 man1 do1 late1 loud1 art1 room1 blind1 easy1 heart1 humor1 vivid1 maiden1 famous1 service1 furnished4 99 99 99 99 99 #ga ,,the ,,wind ,,and ,,the ,,moon4 ,said the ,wind to the ,moon1 ,i will blow you out4 ,you stare in the air ,like a ghost in a chair1 ,always looking what ,i am about1 ,i hate to be watched2 ,i'll blow you out4 ,the ,wind blew hard1 and out went the ,moon4 ,so1 deep on a heap ,of clouds1 to sleep ,down lay the ,wind and slumbered soon1 ,muttering low1 ,i've done for that ,moon4 ,he turned in his bed2 she was there again6 ,on high in the sky1 ,with her one ghost eye1 ,the ,moon shone white and alive and plain4 ,said the ,wind1 ,i will blow you out again4 ,the ,wind blew hard1 and the ,moon grew dim4 ,with my sledge and my wedge ,i have knocked off her edge4 ,if only ,i blow right fierce and grim1 ,the creature will soon be dimmer than dim4 ,he blew and he blew1 and she thinned to a thread3 ,one puff more's enough ,to blow her to snuff6 ,one good puff more where the last was bred1 ,and glimmer1 glimmer1 glum1 will go the thread4 ,he blew a great blast1 and the thread was gone1 ,in the air nowhere ,was a moonbeam bare2 ,far off and harmless the shy stars shone2 ,sure and certain the ,moon was gone6 ,the ,wind he took to his revels once more2 ,on down1 in town1 ,like a merry-mad clown1 ,he leaped and holloed with whistle and roar1-- ,what's that8 ,the glimmering thread once more6 ,he flew in a rage--he danced and he blew2 ,but in vain was the pain ,of his bursting brain2 ,for still the broader the moon-scrap grew1 ,the broader he swelled his big cheeks1 and blew4 ,slowly she grew1 till she filled the night1 ,and shone on her throne ,in the sky alone1 ,a matchless1 wonderful1 silvery light1 ,radiant and lovely1 the ,queen of the ,night4 ,said the ,wind3 ,what a marvel of power am ,i6 ,with my breath1 good faith6 ,i blew her to death-- ,first blew her away right out of the sky1 ,then blew her in2 what a strength am ,i6 ,but the ,moon she knew nothing about the affair2 ,for1 high in the sky1 ,with her one white eye1 ,motionless1 miles above the air1 ,she had never heard the great ,wind blare4 ,george ,mac,donald4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,down 7#gth stanza71 a tract of sandy1 hilly land near the sea4 ,,glimmer1 fainter4 ,,glum1 dark1 gloomy4 ,what is a suffix8 ,what does the suffix less mean8 ,define cloudless1 matchless1 motionless4 ,what class of people does ,mr4 ,wind remind you of8 99 99 99 99 99 #gb mi' ter can'on car' di nal dis course' di' a logue cour'te ous ly ,,st4 ,,philip ,,neri ,,and ,,the ,,youth4 ,st4 ,philip ,neri1 as old readings say1 ,met a young stranger in ,rome's streets one day1 ,and being ever courteously inclined ,to give young folks a sober turn of mind1 ,he fell into discourse with him1 and thus ,the dialogue they held comes down to us4 ,saint4--,tell me what brings you1 gentle youth1 to ,rome8 ,youth4--,to make myself a scholar1 sir1 ,i come4 ,st4--,and when you are one1 what do you intend8 ,y4--,to be a priest1 ,i hope1 sir1 in the end4 ,st4--,suppose it so2 what have you next in view8 ,y4--,that ,i may get to be a canon too4 ,st4--,well2 and what then8 ,y4-- ,why then1 for aught ,i know1 ,i may be made a bishop4 ,st4-- ,be it so1-- ,what next8 ,y4-- ,why1 cardinal's a high degree2 ,and yet my lot it possibly may be4 ,st4--,suppose it was2 what then8 ,y4-- ,why1 who can say ,but ,i've a chance of being pope one day8 ,st4--,well1 having worn the miter and red hat1 ,and triple crown1 what follows after that8 ,y4--,nay1 there is nothing further1 to be sure1 ,upon this earth1 that wishing can procure3 ,when ,i've enjoyed a dignity so high ,as long as ,god shall please1 then ,i must die4 ,st4--,what6 must you die8 fond youth1 and at the best1 ,but wish1 and hope1 and may be1 all the rest6 ,take my advice--whatever may betide1 ,for that which must be1 first of all provide2 ,then think of that which may be2 and indeed1 ,when well prepared1 who knows what may succeed1 ,but you may be1 as you are pleased to hope1 ,priest1 canon1 bishop1 cardinal1 and pope4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,st4 ,,philip ,,neri1 born in ,florence1 ,italy1 in #aeae4 ,went to ,rome in #aecc1 where he founded the ,priests of the ,oratory1 and where he died in #aeie4 ,,triple ,,crown1 the tiara2 the crown worn by our ,holy ,father1 the ,pope4 ,use correctly in sentences the words canon1 cannon1 caon4 ,,note4--,it will prove interesting if one pupil reads the first six lines of the selection1 and two others personate ,st4 ,philip and the ,youth4 ,the whole selection might be given from memory4 99 99 99 99 99 #gc mag' ic sta' mens de sert' ed pet' als pic' tures dis cour' aged liq' uid sat' is fied per se ver' ance ,,the ,,water ,,lily4 ,there was once a little boy who was very fond of pictures4 ,there were not many pictures for him to look at1 for he lived long ago near a great ,american forest4 ,his father and mother had come from ,england1 but his father was dead now4 ,his mother was very poor1 but there were still a few beautiful pictures on the walls of her house4 ,the little boy liked to copy these pictures2 but as he was not fond of work1 he often threw his drawings away before they were half done4 ,he said that he wished that some good fairy would finish them for him4 ,child1 said his mother1 ,i don't believe that there are any fairies4 ,i never saw one1 and your father never saw one4 ,mind your books1 my child1 and never mind the fairies4 ,very well1 mother1 said the boy4 ,it makes me sad to see you stand looking at the pictures1 said his mother another day1 as she laid her hand on his curly head4 ,why1 child1 pictures can't feed a body1 pictures can't clothe a body1 and a log of wood is far better to burn and warm a body4 ,all that is quite true1 mother1 said the boy4 ,then why do you keep looking at them1 child8 but the boy could only say1 ,i don't know1 mother4 ,you don't know6 ,nor ,i1 neither6 ,why1 child1 you look at the dumb things as if you loved them6 ,put on your cap and run out to play4 ,so the boy wandered off into the forest till he came to the brink of a little sheet of water4 ,it was too small to be called a lake2 but it was deep and clear1 and was overhung with tall trees4 ,it was evening1 and the sun was getting low4 ,the boy stood still beside the water and thought how beautiful it was to see the sun1 red and glorious1 between the black trunks of the pine trees4 ,then he looked up at the great blue sky and thought how beautiful it was to see the little clouds folding over one another like a belt of rose-colored waves4 ,then he looked at the lake and saw the clouds and the sky and the trees all reflected there1 down among the lilies4 ,and he wished that he were a painter1 for he said to himself1 ,i am sure there are no trees in the world with such beautiful leaves as these pines4 ,i am sure there are no clouds in the world so lovely as these4 ,i know this is the prettiest little lake in the world1 and if ,i could paint it1 every one else would know it1 too4 ,but he had nothing to paint with4 ,so he picked a lily and sat down with it in his hand and tried very hard to make a correct drawing of it4 ,but he could not make a very good picture4 ,at last he threw down his drawing and said to the lily3 ,you are too beautiful to draw with a pencil4 ,how ,i wish ,i were a painter6 ,as he said these words he felt the flower move4 ,he looked1 and the cluster of stamens at the bottom of the lily-cup glittered like a crown of gold4 ,the dewdrops which hung upon the stamens changed to diamonds before his eyes4 ,the white petals flowed together1 and the next moment a beautiful little fairy stood on his hand4 ,she was no taller than the lily from which she came1 and she was dressed in a robe of the purest white4 ,child1 are you happy8 she asked4 ,no1 said the boy in a low voice1 because ,i want to paint and ,i cannot4 ,how do you know that you cannot8 asked the fairy4 ,oh1 ,i have tried a great many times4 ,it is of no use to try any more4 ,but ,i will help you4 ,oh1 said the boy4 ,then ,i might succeed4 ,i heard your wish1 and ,i am willing to help you1 said the fairy4 ,i know a charm which will give you success4 ,but you must do exactly as ,i tell you4 ,do you promise to obey8 ,spirit of a water lily6 said the boy1 ,i promise with all my heart4 ,go home1 then1 said the fairy1 and you will find a little key on the doorstep4 ,take it up and carry it to the nearest pine tree2 strike the trunk with it1 and a keyhole will appear4 ,do not be afraid to unlock the door4 ,slip in your hand1 and you will bring out a magic palette4 ,you must be very careful to paint with colors from that palette every day4 ,on this depends the success of the charm4 ,you will find that it will make your pictures beautiful and full of grace4 ,if you do not break the spell1 ,i promise you that in a few years you shall be able to paint this lily so well that you will be satisfied2 and that you shall become a truly great painter4 ,can it be possible8 said the boy4 ,and the hand on which the fairy stood trembled for joy4 ,it shall be so1 if only you do not break the charm1 said the fairy4 ,but lest you forget what you owe to me1 and as you grow older even begin to doubt that you have ever seen me1 the lily you gathered to-day will never fade till my promise is fulfilled4 ,the boy raised his eyes1 and when he looked again there was nothing in his hand but the flower4 ,he arose with the lily in his hand1 and went home at once4 ,there on the doorstep was the little key1 and in the pine tree he found the magic palette4 ,he was so delighted with it and so afraid that he might break the spell that he began to work that very night4 ,after that he spent nearly all his time working with the magic palette4 ,he often passed whole days beside the sheet of water in the forest4 ,he painted it when the sun shone on it and it was spotted all over with the reflections of fleeting white clouds4 ,he painted it covered with water lilies rocking on the ripples4 ,he painted it by moonlight1 when but two or three stars in the empty sky shone down upon it2 and at sunset1 when it lay trembling like liquid gold4 ,so the years passed1 and the boy grew to be a man4 ,he had never broken the charm4 ,the lily had never faded1 and he still worked every day with his magic palette4 ,but no one cared for his pictures4 ,even his mother did not like them4 ,his forests and misty hills and common clouds were too much like the real ones4 ,she said she could see as good any day by looking out of her window4 ,all this made the young man very unhappy4 ,he began to doubt whether he should ever be a painter1 and one day he threw down his palette4 ,he thought the fairy had deserted him4 ,he threw himself on his bed4 ,it grew dark1 and he soon fell asleep2 but in the middle of the night he awoke with a start4 ,his chamber was full of light1 and his fairy friend stood near4 ,shall ,i take back my gift8 she asked4 ,oh1 no1 no1 no6 he cried4 ,he was rested now1 and he did not feel so much discouraged4 ,if you still wish to go on working1 take this ring1 said the fairy4 ,my sister sends it to you4 ,wear it1 and it will greatly assist the charm4 ,he took the ring1 and the fairy was gone4 ,the ring was set with a beautiful blue stone1 which reflected everything bright that came near it2 and he thought he saw inside the ring the one word--,hope4 ,many more years passed4 ,the young man's mother died1 and he went far1 far from home4 ,in the strange land to which he went people thought his pictures were wonderful2 and he had become a great and famous painter4 ,one day he went to see a large collection of pictures in a great city4 ,he saw many of his own pictures1 and some of them had been painted before he left his forest home4 ,all the people and the painters praised them2 but there was one that they liked better than the others4 ,it was a picture of a little child1 holding in its hands several water lilies4 ,toward evening the people departed one by one1 till he was left alone with his masterpieces4 ,he was sitting in a chair thinking of leaving the place1 when he suddenly fell asleep4 ,and he dreamed that he was again standing near the little lake in his native land1 watching the rays of the setting sun as they melted away from its surface4 ,the beautiful lily was in his hand1 and while he looked at it the leaves became withered1 and fell at his feet4 ,then he felt a light touch on his hand4 ,he looked up1 and there on the chair beside him stood the little fairy4 ,o wonderful fairy6 he cried1 how can ,i thank you for your magic gift8 ,i can give you nothing but my thanks4 ,but at least tell me your name1 so that ,i may cut it on a ring and always wear it4 ,my name1 replied the fairy1 is ,perseverance4 ,jean ,ingelow4 99 99 99 99 99 ,illustration3 ,name the different objects you see in the picture4 ,what did the artist desire to tell8 ,what is the central object8 ,where is the scene of the picture placed8 ,what time of the day and of the year does it show8 ,describe the boy4 ,how old is he8 ,what impresses you most about him8 ,suppose your teacher took the class to this lake for a day's outing4 ,write a composition on how the day was spent4 99 99 99 99 99 #gd ,a ,,builder',s ,,lesson4 ,memorize3 ,how shall ,i a habit break8 ,as you did that habit make4 ,as you gathered1 you must lose2 ,as you yielded1 now refuse4 ,thread by thread the strands we twist ,till they bind us1 neck and wrist2 ,thread by thread the patient hand ,must untwine1 ere free we stand4 ,as we builded1 stone by stone1 ,we must toil1 unhelped1 alone1 ,till the wall is overthrown4 ,but remember1 as we try1 ,lighter every test goes by2 ,wading in1 the stream grows deep ,toward the center's downward sweep2 ,backward turn1 each step ashore ,shallower is than that before4 ,ah1 the precious years we waste ,leveling what we raised in haste3 ,doing what must be undone ,ere content or love be won6 ,first1 across the gulf we cast ,kite-borne threads1 till lines are passed1 ,and habit builds the bridge at last6 ,john ,boyle ,o',reilly4 99 99 99 99 99 ,memory ,gem3 ,habit is a cable4 ,every day we weave a thread1 until at last it is so strong we cannot break it4 99 99 99 99 99 #ge in ured' ru' di ments nine' ti eth ma tur' er ac' cu ra cy in ad vert' ence an' ec dotes e ner' vate in cor' po ra ted dig' ni fied in junc' tion pre var i ca' tion ,,washington ,,and ,,his ,,mother4 ,some of the most interesting anecdotes of the early life of ,washington were derived from his mother1 a dignified matron who1 by the death of her husband1 while her children were young1 became the sole conductress of their education4 ,to the inquiry1 what course she had pursued in rearing one so truly illustrious1 she replied1 ,only to require obedience1 diligence1 and truth4 ,these simple rules1 faithfully enforced1 and incorporated with the rudiments of character1 had a powerful influence over his future greatness4 ,he was early accustomed to accuracy in all his statements1 and to speak of his faults and omissions without prevarication or disguise4 ,hence arose that noble openness of soul1 and contempt of deceit in others1 which ever distinguished him4 ,once1 by an inadvertence of his youth1 considerable loss had been incurred1 and of such a nature as to interfere with the plans of his mother4 ,he came to her1 frankly owning his error1 and she replied1 while tears of affection moistened her eyes1 ,i had rather it should be so1 than that my son should have been guilty of a falsehood4 ,she was careful not to enervate him by luxury or weak indulgence4 ,he was inured to early rising1 and never permitted to be idle4 ,sometimes he engaged in labors which the children of wealthy parents would now account severe1 and thus acquired firmness of frame and a disregard of hardship4 ,the systematic employment of time1 which from childhood he had been taught1 was of great service when the weight of a nation's concerns devolved upon him4 ,it was then observed by those who surrounded him1 that he was never known to be in a hurry1 but found time for the transaction of the smallest affairs in the midst of the greatest and most conflicting duties4 ,such benefit did he derive from attention to the counsels of his mother4 ,his obedience to her commands1 when a child1 was cheerful and strict2 and as he approached to maturer years1 the expression of her slightest wish was law4 ,at length1 ,america having secured her independence1 and the war being ended1 ,washington1 who for eight years had not tasted the repose of home1 hastened with filial reverence to ask his mother's blessing4 ,the hero1 first in war1 first in peace1 and first in the hearts of his countrymen1 came to lay his laurels at his mother's feet4 ,this venerable woman continued1 till past her ninetieth year1 to be respected and beloved by all around4 ,with pious grief1 ,washington closed her eyes and laid her in the grave which she had selected for herself4 ,we have now seen the man who was the leader of victorious armies1 the conqueror of a mighty kingdom1 and the admiration of the world1 in the delightful attitude of an obedient and affectionate son4 ,she1 whom he honored with such filial reverence1 said that he had learned to command others by first learning to obey4 ,let those1 then1 who in the morning of life are ambitious of future eminence1 cultivate the virtue of filial obedience1 and remember that they cannot be either fortunate or happy while they neglect the injunction1 ,my son1 keep thy father's commandments1 and forsake not the law of thy mother4 ,illustration3 ,l4,e4 ,fournier4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,conductress1 a woman who leads or directs4 ,the suffix -ess is used to form feminine name-words4 ,tell what each of the following words means3 ab' bess ac' tress duch' ess li' on ess count' ess po' et ess song' stress au' thor ess di rect' ress ,use the following homonyms in sentences3 air1 ere1 e'er1 heir2 oar1 ore1 o'er2 in1 inn2 four1 fore2 vain1 vein2 vale1 veil2 core1 corps2 their1 there2 hear1 here2 fair1 fare2 sweet1 suite2 strait1 straight4 99 99 99 99 99 #gf na' tal a main' toc' sin re count' ed ,,washington',s ,,birthday4 ',tis splendid to have a record ,so white and free from stain ,that1 held to the light1 it shows no blot1 ,though tested and tried amain2 ,that age to age forever ,repeats its story of love1 ,and your birthday lives in a nation's heart1 ,all other days above4 ,and this is ,washington's glory1 ,a steadfast soul and true1 ,who stood for his country's honor ,when his country's days were few4 ,and now when its days are many1 ,and its flag of stars is flung ,to the breeze in radiant glory1 ,his name is on every tongue4 ,yes1 it's splendid to live so bravely1 ,to be so great and strong1 ,that your memory is ever a tocsin ,to rally the foes of wrong2 ,to live so proudly and purely1 ,that your people pause in their way1 ,and year by year1 with banner and drum1 ,keep the thought of your natal day4 ,margaret ,e4 ,sangster4 ,by permission of the author4 99 99 99 99 99 #gg ,brit' on 7un7 ant' lers wrin' kled vet' er an im mor' tal ,,the ,,sword ,,of ,,bunker ,,hill4 ,he lay upon his dying bed1 ,his eye was growing dim1 ,when1 with a feeble voice1 he called ,his weeping son to him3 ,weep not1 my boy1 the veteran said1 ,i bow to heaven's high will2 ,but quickly from yon antlers bring ,the sword of ,bunker ,hill4 ,the sword was brought2 the soldier's eye ,lit with a sudden flame2 ,and1 as he grasped the ancient blade1 ,he murmured ,warren's name2 ,then said1 ,my boy1 ,i leave you gold1 ,but what is richer still1 ,i leave you1 mark me1 mark me well1 ,the sword of ,bunker ,hill4 ',twas on that dread1 immortal day1 ,i dared the ,briton's band2 ,a captain raised his blade on me1 ,i tore it from his hand2 ,and while the glorious battle raged1 ,it lightened ,freedom's will2 ,for1 son1 the ,god of ,freedom blessed ,the sword of ,bunker ,hill4 ,oh6 keep this sword1 his accents broke1-- ,a smile--and he was dead2 ,but his wrinkled hand still grasped the blade1 ,upon that dying bed4 ,the son remains1 the sword remains1 ,its glory growing still1 ,and twenty millions bless the sire ,and sword of ,bunker ,hill4 ,william ,r4 ,wallace4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #gh es' say buoy' ant in sip' id fe quent' ing scowl' ing ly sug ges' tion in tel' li gence sin' gu lar ly so lic' i tude com pet' i tor phi los' o pher ve' he ment ly tre men' dous ly ex pos tu la' tion ig no min' i ous ly ,,the ,,martyr',s ,,boy4 ,it is a youth full of grace1 and sprightliness1 and candor1 that comes forward with light and buoyant steps across the open court1 towards the inner hall2 and we shall hardly find time to sketch him before he reaches it4 ,he is about fourteen years old1 but tall for that age1 with elegance of form and manliness of bearing4 ,his bare neck and limbs are well developed by healthy exercise2 his features display an open and warm heart1 while his lofty forehead1 round which his brown hair naturally curls1 beams with a bright intelligence4 ,he wears the usual youth's garment1 the short toga1 reaching below the knee1 and a hollow spheroid of gold suspended round his neck4 ,a bundle of papers and vellum rolls fastened together1 and carried by an old servant behind him1 shows us that he is just returning home from school4 ,while we have been thus noting him1 he has received his mother's embrace1 and has sat himself low by her feet4 ,she gazes upon him for some time in silence1 as if to discover in his countenance the cause of his unusual delay1 for he is an hour late in his return4 ,but he meets her glance with so frank a look1 and with such a smile of innocence1 that every cloud of doubt is in a moment dispelled1 and she addresses him as follows3 ,what has detained you to-day1 my dearest boy8 ,no accident1 ,i trust1 has happened to you on the way4 ,oh1 none1 ,i assure you1 sweetest mother2 on the contrary1 all has been so delightful that ,i can scarcely venture to tell you4 ,a look of smiling1 expostulation drew from the open-hearted boy a delicious laugh1 as he continued3 ,well1 ,i suppose ,i must4 ,you know ,i am never happy if ,i have failed to tell you all the bad and the good of the day about myself4 ,but1 to-day1 for the first time1 ,i have a doubt whether ,i ought to tell you all4 ,did the mother's heart flutter more than usual1 as from a first anxiety1 or was there a softer solicitude dimming her eye1 that the youth should seize her hand and put it tenderly to his lips1 while he thus replied3 ,fear nothing1 mother most beloved1 your son has done nothing that may give you pain4 ,only say1 do you wish to hear all that has befallen me to-day1 or only the cause of my late return home8 ,tell me all1 dear ,pancratius1 she answered2 nothing that concerns you can be indifferent to me4 ,well1 then1 he began1 this last day of my frequenting school appears to me to have been singularly blessed4 ,first1 ,i was crowned as the successful competitor in a declamation1 which our good master ,cassianus set us for our work during the morning hours2 and this led1 as you will hear1 to some singular discoveries4 ,the subject was1 ',that the real philosopher should be ever ready to die for the truth4' ,i never heard anything so cold or insipid 7,i hope it is not wrong to say so7 as the compositions read by my companions4 ,it was not their fault1 poor fellows6 what truth can they possess1 and what inducements can they have to die for any of their vain opinions8 ,but to a ,christian1 what charming suggestions such a theme naturally makes6 ,and so ,i felt it4 ,my heart glowed1 and all my thoughts seemed to burn1 as ,i wrote my essay1 full of the lessons you have taught me1 and of the domestic examples that are before me4 ,the son of a martyr could not feel otherwise4 ,but when my turn came to read my declamation1 ,i found that my feelings had nearly betrayed me4 ,in the warmth of my recitation1 the word ',christian' escaped my lips instead of 'philosopher1' and 'faith' instead of 'truth1' ,at the first mistake1 ,i saw ,cassianus start2 at the second1 ,i saw a tear glisten in his eye1 as bending affectionately towards me1 he said1 in a whisper1 ',beware1 my child1 there are sharp ears listening4' ,what1 then1 interrupted the mother1 is ,cassianus a ,christian8 ,i chose his school because it was in the highest repute for learning and morality2 and now indeed ,i thank ,god that ,i did so4 ,but in these days of danger we are obliged to live as strangers in our own land4 ,certainly1 had ,cassianus proclaimed his faith1 his school would soon have been deserted4 ,but go on1 my dear boy4 ,were his apprehensions well grounded8 ,i fear so2 for while the great body of my school-fellows vehemently applauded my hearty declamation1 ,i saw the dark eyes of ,corvinus bent scowlingly upon me1 as he bit his lip in manifest anger4 ,and who is he1 my child1 that was so displeased1 and wherefore8 ,he is the strongest1 but1 unfortunately1 the dullest boy in the school4 ,but this1 you know1 is not his fault4 ,only1 ,i know not why1 he seems ever to have had a grudge against me1 the cause of which ,i cannot understand4 ,did he say aught to you1 or do8 ,yes1 and was the cause of my delay4 ,for when we went forth from school into the field by the river1 he addressed me insultingly in the presence of our companions1 and said1 ',come1 ,pancratius1 this1 ,i understand1 is the last time we meet here2 but ,i have a long score to demand payment of from you4 ,you have loved to show your superiority in school over me and others older and better than yourself2 ,i saw your supercilious looks at me as you spouted your high-flown declamation to-day2 ay1 and ,i caught expressions in it which you may live to rue1 and that very soon4 ,before you leave us1 ,i must have my revenge4 ,if you are worthy of your name let us fairly contend in more manly strife than that of the style and tables4 ,wrestle with me1 or try the cestus against me4 ,i burn to humble you as you deserve1 before these witnesses of your insolent triumphs4' ,the anxious mother bent eagerly forward as she listened1 and scarcely breathed4 ,and what1 she exclaimed1 did you answer1 my dear son8 ,i told him gently that he was quite mistaken2 for never had ,i consciously done anything that could give pain to him or any of my school-fellows2 nor did ,i ever dream of claiming superiority over them4 ',and as to what you propose1' ,i added1 'you know1 ,corvinus1 that ,i have always refused to indulge in personal combats1 which1 beginning in a cool trial of skill1 end in an angry strife1 hatred1 and wish for revenge4 ,how much less could ,i think of entering on them now1 when you avow that you are anxious to begin them with those evil feelings which are usually their bad end8' ,our school-mates had now formed a circle round us2 and ,i clearly saw that they were all against me1 for they had hoped to enjoy some of the delights of their cruel games2 ,i therefore cheerfully added1 ',and now1 my comrades1 good-by1 and may all happiness attend you4 ,i part from you1 as ,i have lived with you1 in peace1' ',not so1' replied ,corvinus1 now purple in the face with fury2 'but--' ,the boy's countenance became crimsoned1 his voice quivered1 his body trembled1 and1 half-choked1 he sobbed out1 ,i cannot go on2 ,i dare not tell the rest6 ,i entreat you1 for ,god's sake1 and for the love you bear your father's memory1 said the mother1 placing her hand upon her son's head1 conceal nothing from me4 ,i shall never again have rest if you tell me not all4 ,what further said or did ,corvinus8 ,the boy recovered himself by a moment's pause and a silent prayer1 and then proceeded3 ',not so6' exclaimed ,corvinus1 'not so do you depart6 ,you have concealed your abode from us1 but ,i will find you out2 till then bear this token of my determined purpose to be revenged6' ,so saying1 he dealt me a furious blow upon the face1 which made me reel and stagger1 while a shout of savage delight broke forth from the boys around us4 ,he burst into tears1 which relieved him1 and then went on3 ,oh1 how ,i felt my blood boil at that moment2 how my heart seemed bursting within me2 and a voice appeared to whisper in my ear the name of 'coward6' ,it surely was an evil spirit4 ,i felt that ,i was strong enough--my rising anger made me so--to seize my unjust assailant by the throat1 and cast him gasping on the ground4 ,i heard already the shout of applause that would have hailed my victory and turned the tables against him4 ,it was the hardest struggle of my life2 never were flesh and blood so strong within me4 ,o ,god6 may they never be again so tremendously powerful4 ,and what did you do1 then1 my darling boy8 gasped forth the trembling matron4 ,he replied1 ,my good angel conquered the demon at my side4 ,i stretched forth my hand to ,corvinus1 and said1 ',may ,god forgive you1 as ,i freely and fully do2 and may ,he bless you abundantly4' ,cassianus came up at that moment1 having seen all from a distance1 and the youthful crowd quickly dispersed4 ,i entreated him1 by our common faith1 now acknowledged between us1 not to pursue ,corvinus for what he had done2 and ,i obtained his promise4 ,and now1 sweet mother1 murmured the boy1 in soft1 gentle accents1 into his parent's bosom1 do you think ,i may call this a happy day8 ,fabiola--,cardinal ,wiseman4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,spheroid 7sfe'71 a body or figure in shape like a sphere4 ,,vellum1 a fine kind of parchment1 made of the skin of a lamb1 goat1 sheep or young calf1 for writing on4 ,,theme1 a subject or topic on which a person writes or speaks4 ,,score1 bill1 account1 reckoning4 ,,supercil',,ious1 proud1 haughty4 ,,styles ,,and ,,tables1 writing implements for schools4 ,the tables or tablets were covered with wax1 on which the letters were traced by the sharp point of the style1 and erased by its flat top4 ,,cestus1 a covering for the hands of boxers1 made of leather bands1 and often loaded with lead or iron4 ,,if ,,you ,,are ,,worthy ,,of ,,your ,,name4 ,reference is here made by ,corvinus to the pancratium1 an athletic exercise among the ,romans1 which combined all personal contests1 such as boxing1 wrestling1 etc4 ,,cassianus1 ,st4 ,cassian1 who1 though a ,bishop1 opened a school for ,roman youths4 ,having confessed ,christ1 and refusing to offer sacrifice to the gods1 the pagan judge commanded that his own pupils should stab him to death with their iron writing pencils1 called styles4 ,,ay or ,,aye1 meaning yes1 is pronounced i or 3a7i2 meaning ever1 and used only in poetry1 it is pronounced a4 ,read carefully two or three times the opening paragraph of the selection1 so that the picture conveyed by the words may be clearly impressed on the mind4 ,then with book closed write out in your own words a description of ,the ,martyr's ,boy4 ,illustration3 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #gi ,,the ,,angel',s ,,story4 ,through the blue and frosty heavens ,christmas stars were shining bright2 ,glistening lamps throughout the ,city ,almost matched their gleaming light2 ,while the winter snow was lying1 ,and the winter winds were sighing1 ,long ago1 one ,christmas night4 99 99 99 99 99 ,rich and poor felt love and blessing ,from the gracious season fall2 ,joy and plenty in the cottage1 ,peace and feasting in the hall2 ,and the voices of the children ,ringing clear above it all4 ,yet one house was dim and darkened2 ,gloom1 and sickness1 and despair1 ,dwelling in the gilded chambers1 ,creeping up the marble stair1 ,even stilled the voice of mourning1-- ,for a child lay dying there4 ,silken curtains fell around him1 ,velvet carpets hushed the tread1 ,many costly toys were lying ,all unheeded by his bed2 ,and his tangled golden ringlets ,were on downy pillows spread4 ,the skill of all that mighty ,city ,to save one little life was vain1-- ,one little thread from being broken1 ,one fatal word from being spoken2 ,nay1 his very mother's pain ,and the mighty love within her ,could not give him health again4 99 99 99 99 99 ,suddenly an unseen ,presence ,checked those constant moaning cries1 ,stilled the little heart's quick fluttering1 ,raised those blue and wondering eyes1 ,fixed on some mysterious vision ,with a startled1 sweet surprise4 ,for a radiant angel hovered1 ,smiling1 o'er the little bed2 ,white his raiment2 from his shoulders ,snowy dove-like pinions spread1 ,and a starlike light was shining ,in a glory round his head4 ,while1 with tender love1 the angel1 ,leaning o'er the little nest1 ,in his arms the sick child folding1 ,laid him gently on his breast1 ,sobs and wailings told the mother ,that her darling was at rest4 ,so the angel1 slowly rising1 ,spread his wings1 and through the air ,bore the child2 and1 while he held him ,to his heart with loving care1 ,placed a branch of crimson roses ,tenderly beside him there4 ,while the child1 thus clinging1 floated ,towards the mansions of the ,blest1 ,gazing from his shining guardian ,to the flowers upon his breast1 ,thus the angel spake1 still smiling ,on the little heavenly guest3 ,know1 dear little one1 that ,heaven ,does no earthly thing disdain2 ,man's poor joys find there an echo ,just as surely as his pain2 ,love1 on earth so feebly striving1 ,lives divine in ,heaven again4 ,once1 in that great town below us1 ,in a poor and narrow street1 ,dwelt a little sickly orphan2 ,gentle aid1 or pity sweet1 ,never in life's rugged pathway ,guided his poor tottering feet4 ,all the striving1 anxious fore-thought ,that should only come with age ,weighed upon his baby spirit1 ,showed him soon life's sternest page2 ,grim ,want was his nurse1 and ,sorrow ,was his only heritage4 99 99 99 99 99 ,one bright day1 with feeble footsteps ,slowly forth he tried to crawl ,through the crowded city's pathways1 ,till he reached a garden-wall1 ,where 'mid princely halls and mansions ,stood the lordliest of all4 ,there were trees with giant branches1 ,velvet glades where shadows hide2 ,there were sparkling fountains glancing1 ,flowers1 which in luxuriant pride ,even wafted breaths of perfume ,to the child who stood outside4 ,he against the gate of iron ,pressed his wan and wistful face1 ,gazing with an awe-struck pleasure ,at the glories of the place2 ,never had his brightest day-dream ,shone with half such wondrous grace4 ,you were playing in that garden1 ,throwing blossoms in the air1 ,laughing when the petals floated ,downwards on your golden hair2 ,and the fond eyes watching o'er you1 ,and the splendor spread before you1 ,told a ,house's ,hope was there4 ,when your servants1 tired of seeing ,such a face of want and woe1 ,turning to the ragged orphan1 ,gave him coin1 and bade him go1 ,down his cheeks so thin and wasted ,bitter tears began to flow4 ,but that look of childish sorrow ,on your tender child-heart fell1 ,and you plucked the reddest roses ,from the tree you loved so well1 ,passed them through the stern cold grating1 ,gently bidding him ',farewell6' ,dazzled by the fragrant treasure ,and the gentle voice he heard1 ,in the poor forlorn boy's spirit1 ,joy1 the sleeping ,seraph1 stirred2 ,in his hand he took the flowers1 ,in his heart the loving word4 ,so he crept to his poor garret2 ,poor no more1 but rich and bright2 ,for the holy dreams of childhood-- ,love1 and ,rest1 and ,hope1 and ,light-- ,floated round the orphan's pillow ,through the starry summer night4 ,day dawned1 yet the visions lasted2 ,all too weak to rise he lay2 ,did he dream that none spake harshly1-- ,all were strangely kind that day8 ,surely then his treasured roses ,must have charmed all ills away4 ,and he smiled1 though they were fading2 ,one by one their leaves were shed2 ',such bright things could never perish1 ,they would bloom again1' he said4 ,when the next day's sun had risen ,child and flowers both were dead4 ,know1 dear little one1 our ,father ,will no gentle deed disdain2 ,love on the cold earth beginning ,lives divine in ,heaven again2 ,while the angel hearts that beat there ,still all tender thoughts retain4 ,so the angel ceased1 and gently ,o'er his little burden leant2 ,while the child gazed from the shining1 ,loving eyes that o'er him bent1 ,to the blooming roses by him4 ,wondering what that mystery meant4 ,thus the radiant angel answered1 ,and with tender meaning smiled3 ,ere your childlike1 loving spirit1 ,sin and the hard world defiled1 ,god has given me leave to seek you1-- ,i was once that little child6 99 99 99 99 99 ,in the churchyard of that city ,rose a tomb of marble rare1 ,decked1 as soon as ,spring awakened1 ,with her buds and blossoms fair1-- ,and a humble grave beside it1-- ,no one knew who rested there4 ,adelaide ,a4 ,procter4 ,illustration3 ,kaulbach4 99 99 99 99 99 ,enlarge the following brief summary of the ,angel's ,story into a composition the length of which to be determined by your teacher4 ,use many of the words and forms of expression you find in the poem4 ,,the ,,angel',s ,,story ,a poor little boy1 to whom a child of wealth had in pity given a bunch of reddest roses1 died with the fading flowers4 ,afterwards he came as a radiant angel to visit his dying friend1 and in a spirit of gratitude bore him to heaven4 99 99 99 99 99 #hj al' ti tude as tound' ing ve loc' i ty vag' a bond mus tach' es hes i ta' ting ly par' a lyzed tre men' dous ex tra or' di na ry ,,gluck',s ,,visitor4 ,it was drawing toward winter1 and very cold weather1 when one day ,gluck's two older brothers had gone out1 with their usual warning to little ,gluck1 who was left to mind the roast1 that he was to let nobody in and give nothing out4 ,gluck sat down quite close to the fire1 for it was raining very hard4 ,he turned and turned1 and the roast got nice and brown4 ,what a pity1 thought ,gluck1 that my brothers never ask anybody to dinner4 ,i'm sure1 when they have such a nice piece of mutton as this1 it would do their hearts good to have somebody to eat it with them4 ,just as he spoke there came a double knock at the house door1 yet heavy and dull1 as though the knocker had been tied up4 ,it must be the wind1 said ,gluck2 nobody else would venture to knock double knocks at our door4 ,no2 it wasn't the wind4 ,there it came again very hard1 and what was particularly astounding the knocker seemed to be in a hurry1 and not to be in the least afraid of the consequences4 ,gluck put his head out the window to see who it was4 ,it was the most extraordinary looking little gentleman he had ever seen in his life4 ,he had a very large nose1 slightly brass-colored2 his cheeks were very round and very red2 his eyes twinkled merrily through long1 silky eyelashes2 his mustaches curled twice round like a corkscrew on each side of his mouth1 and his hair1 of a curious mixed pepper-and-salt color1 descended far over his shoulders4 ,he was about four feet six in height1 and wore a conical pointed cap of nearly the same altitude1 decorated with a black feather some three feet long4 ,he wore an enormous black1 glossy-looking cloak1 which must have been very much too long in calm weather1 as the wind carried it clear out from the wearer's shoulders to about four times his own length4 ,gluck was so perfectly paralyzed by the appearance of his visitor that he remained fixed1 without uttering a word1 until the old gentleman turned round to look after his fly-away cloak4 ,in so doing he caught sight of ,gluck's little yellow head jammed in the window1 with its mouth and eyes very wide open indeed4 ,hello6 said the little gentleman1 that's not the way to answer the door4 ,i'm wet2 let me in4 ,to do the little gentleman justice1 he was wet4 ,his feather hung down between his legs like a beaten puppy's tail1 dripping like an umbrella2 and from the end of his mustaches the water was running into his waistcoat pockets1 and out again like a mill stream4 ,i'm very sorry said ,gluck1 but ,i really can't4 ,can't what8 said the old gentleman4 ,i can't let you in1 sir4 ,my brothers would beat me to death1 sir1 if ,i thought of such a thing4 ,what do you want1 sir8 ,want8 said the old gentleman4 ,i want fire and shelter2 and there's your great fire there blazing1 crackling1 and dancing on the walls1 with nobody to feel it4 ,let me in1 ,i say4 ,gluck had had his head1 by this time1 so long out of the window that he began to feel it was really unpleasantly cold4 ,when he turned and saw the beautiful fire rustling and roaring1 and throwing long1 bright tongues up the chimney1 as if it were licking its chops at the savory smell of the leg of mutton1 his heart melted within him that it should be burning away for nothing4 ,he does look very wet1 said little ,gluck2 ,i'll just let him in for a quarter of an hour4 ,as the little gentleman walked in1 there came a gust of wind through the house that made the old chimney totter4 ,that's a good boy4 ,never mind your brothers4 ,i'll talk to them4 ,pray1 sir1 don't do any such thing1 said ,gluck4 ,i can't let you stay till they come2 they'd be the death of me4 ,dear me1 said the old gentleman1 ,i'm sorry to hear that4 ,how long may ,i stay8 ,only till the mutton is done1 sir1 replied ,gluck1 and it's very brown4 ,then the old gentleman walked into the kitchen and sat himself down on the hob1 with the top of his cap up the chimney1 for it was much too high for the roof4 ,you'll soon dry there2 sir1 said ,gluck1 and sat down again to turn the mutton4 ,but the old gentleman did not dry there1 but went on drip1 drip1 dripping among the cinders1 so that the fire fizzed and sputtered and began to look very black and uncomfortable4 ,never was such a cloak2 every fold in it ran like a gutter4 ,i beg pardon1 sir1 said ,gluck1 at length1 after watching the water spreading in long1 quicksilver-like streams over the floor2 mayn't ,i take your cloak8 ,no1 thank you1 said the old gentleman4 ,your cap1 sir8 ,i am all right1 thank you1 said the old gentleman1 rather gruffly4 ,but--sir--,i'm very sorry1 said ,gluck1 hesitatingly1 but--really--sir--you're putting the fire out4 ,it'll take longer to do the mutton1 then4 ,gluck was very much puzzled by the behavior of his guest2 it was such a strange mixture of coolness and humility4 ,that mutton looks very nice1 said the old gentleman4 ,can't you give me a little bit8 ,impossible1 sir1 said ,gluck4 ,i'm very hungry1 continued the old gentleman2 ,i've had nothing to eat yesterday nor to-day4 ,they surely couldn't miss a bit from the knuckle6 ,he spoke in so very melancholy a tone that it quite melted ,gluck's heart4 ,they promised me one slice to-day1 sir1 said he2 ,i can give you that1 but no more4 ,that's a good boy1 said the old gentleman again4 ,i don't care if ,i do get beaten for it1 thought ,gluck4 ,just as he had cut a large slice out of the mutton1 there came a tremendous rap at the door4 ,the old gentleman jumped2 ,gluck fitted the slice into the mutton again1 and ran to open the door4 ,what did you keep us waiting in the rain for8 said ,schwartz1 as he walked in1 throwing his umbrella in ,gluck's face4 ,aye2 what for1 indeed1 you little vagabond8 said ,hans1 administering an educational box on the ear1 as he followed his brother4 ,bless my soul6 said ,schwartz1 when he opened the door4 ,amen1 said the little gentleman1 who had taken his cap off1 and was standing in the middle of the kitchen1 bowing with the utmost velocity4 ,who's that8 said ,schwartz1 catching up a rolling-pin1 and turning fiercely to ,gluck4 ,i don't know1 indeed1 brother1 said ,gluck1 in great terror4 ,how did he get in8 roared ,schwartz4 ,my dear brother1 he was so very wet6 ,the rolling-pin was descending on ,gluck's head2 but1 at that instant1 the old gentleman interposed his conical cap1 on which it crashed with a shock that shook the water out of it all over the room4 ,what was very odd1 the rolling-pin no sooner touched the cap1 than it flew out of ,schwartz's hand1 spinning like a straw in a high wind1 and fell into the corner at the farther end of the room4 ,who are you sir8 demanded ,schwartz4 ,what's your business8 snarled ,hans4 ,i'm a poor old man1 sir1 the little gentleman began1 very modestly1 and ,i saw your fire through the window1 and begged shelter for a quarter of an hour4 ,have the goodness to walk out again1 then1 said ,schwartz4 ,we've quite enough water in our kitchen1 without making it a drying house4 ,it's a very cold day1 sir1 to turn an old man out in1 sir2 look at my gray hairs4 ,aye6 said ,hans1 there are enough of them to keep you warm4 ,walk6 ,i'm very1 very hungry1 sir2 couldn't you spare me a bit of bread before ,i go8 ,bread1 indeed6 said ,schwartz2 do you suppose we've nothing to do with our bread but to give it to such fellows as you8 ,why don't you sell your feather8 said ,hans1 sneeringly4 ,out with you4 ,a little bit1 said the old gentleman4 ,be off6 said ,schwartz4 ,pray1 gentlemen4 ,off6 cried ,hans1 seizing him by the collar4 ,but he had no sooner touched the old gentleman's collar than away he went after the rolling-pin1 spinning round and round1 till he fell into the corner on the top of it4 ,then ,schwartz was very angry1 and ran at the old gentleman to turn him out4 ,but he also had hardly touched him1 when away he went after ,hans and the rolling-pin1 and hit his head against the wall as he tumbled into the corner4 ,and so there they lay1 all three4 ,then the old gentleman spun himself round until his long cloak was all wound neatly about him1 clapped his cap on his head1 very much on one side1 gave a twist to his corkscrew mustaches1 and replied1 with perfect coolness3 ,gentlemen1 ,i wish you a very good morning4 ,at twelve o'clock to-night1 ,i'll call again4 ,john ,ruskin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,note4--,the ,king of the ,golden ,river1 from which the selection is taken1 is a charming story for children4 ,it was written in #ahda1 for the amusement of a sick child4 ,it is said to be the finest story of its kind in the language4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #ha elf en cir' cled jerk hur' ri cane rein'deer min' i a ture tar' nished ,a ,,visit ,,from ,,st4 ,,nicholas4 ',twas the night before ,christmas1 when all through the house ,not a creature was stirring1 not even a mouse3 ,the stockings were hung by the chimney with care1 ,in the hope that ,st4 ,nicholas soon would be there4 ,the children were nestled all snug in their beds1 ,while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads2 ,and ,mamma in her kerchief1 and ,i in my cap1 ,had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap1 ,when out on the lawn there rose such a clatter1 ,i sprang from my bed to see what was the matter4 ,away to the window ,i flew like a flash1 ,tore open the shutters1 and threw up the sash4 ,the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow ,gave the luster of midday to objects below2 ,when1 what to my wondering eyes should appear ,but a miniature sleigh1 and eight tiny reindeer1 ,with a little old driver1 so lively and quick1 ,i knew in a moment it must be ,st4 ,nick6 ,more rapid than eagles his coursers they came1 ,and he whistled1 and shouted and called them by name3 ,now1 ,dasher6 now1 ,dancer6 now1 ,prancer6 now1 ,vixen6 ,on1 ,comet6 on1 ,cupid6 on1 ,donder and ,blitzen6 ,to the top of the porch1 to the top of the wall1 ,now1 dash away6 dash away6 dash away1 all6 ,as dry leaves1 that before the wild hurricane fly ,when they meet with an obstacle1 mount to the sky1 ,so1 up to the house-top the coursers they flew1 ,with the sleigh full of toys1 and ,st4 ,nicholas1 too2 ,and then1 in a twinkling1 ,i heard on the roof ,the prancing and pawing of each little hoof4 ,as ,i drew in my head1 and was turning around1 ,down the chimney ,st4 ,nicholas came with a bound4 ,he was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot1 ,and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot2 ,a bundle of toys he had flung on his back1 ,and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack2 ,his eyes1 how they twinkled6 his dimples1 how merry6 ,his cheeks were like roses1 his nose like a cherry2 ,his droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow1 ,and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow2 ,the stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth1 ,and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath2 ,he had a broad face1 and a little round belly1 ,that shook1 when he laughed1 like a bowlful of jelly4 ,he was chubby and plump1--a right jolly old elf-- ,and ,i laughed when ,i saw him1 in spite of myself4 ,a wink of his eye and a twist of his head ,soon gave me to know ,i had nothing to dread4 ,he spoke not a word1 but went straight to his work1 ,and filled all the stockings2 then turned with a jerk1 ,and1 laying his finger aside of his nose1 ,and giving a nod1 up the chimney he rose4 ,he sprang to his sleigh1 to his team gave a whistle1 ,and away they all flew like the down of a thistle2 ,but ,i heard him exclaim1 ere he drove out of sight1 ,merry ,christmas to all1 and to all a good-night6 ,clement ,c4 ,moore4 99 99 99 99 99 #hb a chieved' es poused' thral' dom al li' ance ter rif' ic ,del' a ware ,com' mo dore re cip' i ents ,new' found land can non ad' ing par tic' i pa ted char ac ter is' tic ,,commodore ,,john ,,barry4 ,the story of the ,american ,navy is a story of glorious deeds4 ,from the early days of ,barry and ,jones1 when it swept the decks of ,king ,george's proud ships with merciless fire1 down to the glories achieved by ,admirals ,dewey and ,schley in our war with ,spain1 the story of our ,navy is the pride and glory of our ,republic4 ,the glowing track of its victories extends around the world4 ,of the many distinguished men whose names and whose deeds adorn the pages of our country's history1 there is none more deserving of our gratitude and admiration than ,commodore ,john ,barry4 ,his name and fame will live in the naval annals of our country as long as the history of ,america lasts4 ,commodore ,barry1 the founder of the ,american ,navy1 was born in ,county ,wexford1 ,ireland1 in the year #agde4 ,at the age of fourteen he left home for a life on ,the sea1 the sea1 the open sea1 ,the blue1 the fresh1 the ever free4 ,on board trading vessels he made several voyages to ,america4 ,he spent his leisure hours in reading and study1 and in this way soon acquired a general and practical education4 ,by fidelity to duty1 he advanced so rapidly in his profession that at the age of twenty-five we find him in command of the ,black ,prince1 one of the finest merchant vessels then running between ,philadelphia and ,london4 ,when the ,revolution broke out between the ,colonies and ,england1 our gallant ,commodore gave up the command of his ship1 and without delay or hesitation espoused the cause of his adopted country4 ,congress purchased a few vessels1 had them fitted out for war1 and placed the little fleet under the command of ,captain ,barry4 ,his flagship was the ,lexington1 named after the first battle of the ,revolution2 and ,congress having at this time adopted a national flag1 the ,star-spangled ,banner1 the ,lexington was the first to hoist this ensign of freedom4 ,from the time of the fitting out of the ,lexington down to the time of the declaration of peace1 which assured the liberation of the ,colonies from the thraldom of ,great ,britain1 ,commodore ,barry was constantly engaged on shore and afloat4 ,though he actually participated in upwards of twenty sea fights1 always against a force superior to his own1 he never once struck his flag to the enemy4 ,the field of his operations ranged all the way from the capes of the ,delaware to the ,west ,indies1 and as far east as the coast of ,maine and ,newfoundland4 ,his victories were hailed with joy throughout the country1 and ,barry and his men were publicly thanked by ,general ,washington4 ,during the darkest days of the ,war1 while ,washington was spending the winter of #aggg in camp at ,valley ,forge1 with our brave soldiers perishing for want of provisions1 blankets1 clothing and tents1 an incident occurred which shows how supremely loyal and devoted ,commodore ,barry was to the ,american cause4 ,the ,british troops were occupying ,philadelphia4 ,lord ,howe1 their commander1 offered our great sea fighter a bribe of fifty thousand guineas and the command of a ship of war1 if he would abandon the ,american cause and enter the service of ,england4 ,barry's indignant reply should be written in letters of gold3 ,i have engaged in the service of my adopted country1 and neither the value nor the command of the whole ,british fleet can seduce me from it4 ,general ,washington had the utmost confidence in the pluck and daring and loyalty of ,barry4 ,he selected him as the best and safest man to be trusted with the important mission of carrying our commissioners to ,france to secure that alliance and assistance which we then so sorely needed4 ,on his homeward trip1 it is related that being hailed by a ,british man-of-war with the usual questions as to the name of his ship1 captain1 and destination1 he gave the following bold and characteristic reply3 ,this is the ,united ,states ship ,alliance3 ,jack ,barry1 half ,irishman and half ,yankee1 commander3 who are you8 ,in the engagement that followed1 ,barry and his band of heroes performed such deeds of valor that after a few hours of terrific cannonading1 the ,english ship was forced to strike its colors and surrender to the half ,irishman and half ,yankee4 ,this illustrious man1 who was the first that bore the title of ,commodore in the service of our ,republic1 continued at the head of our infant ,navy till his death1 which took place in ,philadelphia1 on the #acth of ,september1 #ahjc4 ,during life he was generous and charitable1 and at his death made the children of the ,catholic ,orphan ,asylum of ,philadelphia the chief recipients of his wealth4 ,his remains repose in the little graveyard attached to ,st4 ,mary's ,catholic church4 ,through the generous patriotism of the ,friendly ,sons of ,st4 ,patrick1 a society of which ,general ,washington himself was a member1 a magnificent monument was erected to the memory of ,commodore ,barry1 in ,independence ,square1 ,philadelphia1 under the shadow of ,independence ,hall1 the cradle of ,american liberty4 ,miss ,elise ,hazel ,hepburn1 a great-great-grandniece of the ,commodore1 had a prominent part at the ceremonies of the unveiling1 which took place on ,saint ,patrick's ,day1 #aijg4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there are gallant hearts whose glory ,columbia loves to name1 ,whose deeds shall live in story ,and everlasting fame4 ,but never yet one braver ,our starry banner bore ,than saucy old ,jack ,barry1 ,the ,irish ,commodore4 ,what is meant by the ,congress of the ,u4,s48 ,what two bodies compose it8 ,what is the number of senators1 and how are they chosen8 ,which was the most notable sea fight of ,commodore ,john ,paul ,jones8 ,where did ,admiral ,dewey specially distinguish himself8 ,and ,admiral ,schley8 ,what countries does the island of ,great ,britain comprise8 ,what does never struck his flag mean8 ,name the capes of the ,delaware4 ,locate ,newfoundland4 ,recite the two famous replies of ,commodore ,barry given in the selection4 ,illustration3 ,,commodore ,,john ,,barry 99 99 99 99 99 #hc sau' cy ig nored' rev' eled plain' tive dis traught' wea' ri some rol' lick ing mis' chie vous frec'kle-faced ,,the ,,boy ,,of ,,the ,,house4 ,he was the boy of the house1 you know1 ,a jolly and rollicking lad2 ,he was never tired1 and never sick1 ,and nothing could make him sad4 ,did some one urge that he make less noise1 ,he would say1 with a saucy grin1 ,why1 one boy alone doesn't make much stir-- ,i'm sorry ,i am not a twin6 ,there are two of twins--oh1 it must be fun ,to go double at everything3 ,to hollo by twos1 and to run by twos1 ,to whistle by twos1 and to sing6 ,his laugh was something to make you glad1 ,so brimful was it of joy2 ,a conscience he had1 perhaps1 in his breast1 ,but it never troubled the boy4 ,you met him out in the garden path1 ,with the terrier at his heels2 ,you knew by the shout he hailed you with ,how happy a youngster feels4 ,the maiden auntie was half distraught ,at his tricks as the days went by2 ,the most mischievous child in the world6 ,she said1 with a shrug and a sigh4 ,his father owned that her words were true1 ,and his mother declared each day ,was putting wrinkles into her face1 ,and was turning her brown hair gray4 ,but it never troubled the boy of the house2 ,he reveled in clatter and din1 ,and had only one regret in the world-- ,that he hadn't been born a twin4 99 99 99 99 99 ,there's nobody making a noise to-day1 ,there's nobody stamping the floor1 ,there's an awful silence1 upstairs and down1 ,there's crape on the wide hall door4 ,the terrier's whining out in the sun-- ,where's my comrade8 he seems to say2 ,turn your plaintive eyes away1 little dog4 ,there's no frolic for you to-day4 ,the freckle-faced girl from the house next door ,is sobbing her young heart out2 ,don't cry1 little girl1 you'll soon forget ,to miss the laugh and the shout4 ,how strangely quiet the little form1 ,with the hands on the bosom crossed6 ,not a fold1 not a flower1 out of place1 ,not a short curl rumpled and tossed6 ,so solemn and still the big house seems-- ,no laughter1 no racket1 no din1 ,no starting shriek1 no voice piping out1 ,i'm sorry ,i am not a twin6 ,there a man and a woman1 pale with grief1 ,as the wearisome moments creep2 ,oh6 the loneliness touches everything-- ,the boy of the house is asleep4 ,jean ,blewett4 ,from the ,toronto ,globe4 ,illustration3 99 99 99 99 99 #hd ,,biographies ,,cook1 ,,eliza1 was born in ,london1 ,england1 in the year #ahag1 and was the most popular poetess of her day4 ,when a young girl1 she gave herself so completely up to reading that her father threatened to burn her books4 ,she began to write at an early age1 and contributed poems and essays to various periodicals4 ,she is the author of many poems that will live4 ,she died in #ahhi4 ,,cowper1 ,,william1 is one of the most eminent and popular of all ,english poets4 ,he was born in the year #agca4 ,his mother dying when he was only six years old1 the child was sent away from home to boarding school1 where he suffered so much from the cruelty of a bigger boy that he was obliged to leave that school for another4 ,at the completion of his college course he expressed regrets that his education was not received in a school where he could be taught his duty to ,god4 ,i have been graduated1 he writes1 but ,i understand neither the law nor the gospel4 ,his longest poem is ,the ,task1 upon which his reputation as a poet chiefly depends4 ,he died in the year #ahjj4 ,,dickens1 ,,charles1 one of the greatest and most popular of the novelists of ,england1 was born in #ahab4 ,by hard1 persistent work he raised himself from obscurity and poverty to fame and fortune4 ,after only two years of schooling he was obliged to go to work4 ,his first job was pasting labels on blacking-pots1 for which he received twenty-five cents a day6 ,he next became office boy in a lawyer's office1 and then reporter for a ,london daily paper4 ,he learned shorthand by himself from a book he found in a public reading-room4 ,in #ahda1 and again in #ahfg1 he lectured in ,america4 ,he died suddenly in #ahgj1 and is buried in ,westminster ,abbey4 ,,donnelly1 ,,eleanor ,,cecilia1 began to write verses when she was but eight years old4 ,her early education was directed by her mother1 a gifted and accomplished lady4 ,her pen has ever been devoted to the cause of ,catholic truth and the elevation of ,catholic literature4 ,besides hundreds of charming stories and essays1 she has published several volumes of poems4 ,her writings on sacred subjects display a strong1 intelligent faith1 and a tender piety4 ,she is a writer whose pathos1 originality1 grace of diction1 sweetness of rhythm1 purity of sentiment1 and sublimity of thought entitle her to rank among the first of our ,american poets4 ,miss ,donnelly has lived all her life in her native city of ,philadelphia1 where she is the center of a cultured circle of admiring friends1 and where she edifies all by the practice of every ,christian virtue and by a life of devotedness to the honor and glory of ,almighty ,god4 ,,gould1 ,,hannah ,f41 an ,american poetess1 has written many pleasant poems for children4 ,jack ,frost and ,the ,winter ,king have long been favorites4 ,she was born in ,vermont in the year #aghi1 and died in #ahfe4 ,,hawthorne1 ,,nathaniel1 was born in ,salem1 ,mass41 on ,july #d1 #ahjd4 ,when still quite young he showed a great fondness for reading4 ,at the early age of six his favorite book was ,bunyan's ,pilgrim's ,progress4 ,at college he was a classmate of ,longfellow4 ,among his writings are a number of stories for children3 ,the ,tanglewood ,tales1 ,the ,snow-,image1 ,the ,wonder ,books1 and some stories of ,american history4 ,his volumes of short stories charm old and young alike4 ,his ,book1 ,the ,scarlet ,letter1 has made him famous4 ,it was while he lived at ,lenox1 ,mass41 among the ,berkshire ,hills1 that he published ,the ,house of the ,seven ,gables4 ,he visited ,italy in #aheg1 where he began ,the ,marble ,faun1 which is considered his greatest novel4 ,he died in #ahfd1 and is buried in ,concord1 ,mass4 ,hawthorne possessed a delicate and exquisite humor1 and a marvelous felicity in the use of language4 ,his style may be said to combine almost every excellence--elegance1 simplicity1 grace1 clearness and force4 ,,hayne1 ,,paul ,,hamilton1 an ,american poet1 was born in ,south ,carolina in the year #ahca4 ,in #ahed he published a volume of poems4 ,his death occurred in #ahhf4 ,he was a descendant of the ,american patriot1 ,isaac ,hayne1 who1 at the siege of ,charleston in #aghj1 fell into the hands of the ,british1 and was hanged by them because he refused to join their ranks and fight against his country4 ,,holland1 ,,josiah ,,gilbert1 a popular ,american author who wrote under the assumed name of ,timothy ,titcomb1 was born in ,massachusetts in the year #ahai4 ,he began life as a physician1 but after a few years of practice gave up his profession and went to ,vicksburg1 ,miss41 as ,superintendent of ,schools4 ,he wrote a number of novels and several volumes of essays4 ,in #ahgj he became editor of ,scribner's ,magazine4 ,he died in #ahha4 ,,hunt1 ,,leigh1 editor1 essayist1 critic1 and poet1 and an intimate friend of ,byron1 ,moore1 ,keats1 and ,shelley1 was born near ,london1 ,england1 in #aghd1 and died in #ahei4 ,,jackson1 ,,helen ,,hunt1 a noted ,american writer of prose and poetry1 and known for years by her pen name of ,h4,h4 7the initials of her name71 was born in ,massachusetts in the year #ahca4 ,she is the author of many charming poems1 short stories1 and novels4 ,read her ,bits of ,talk and ,bits of ,travel4 ,she lived some years in ,colorado1 where her life brought to her notice the wrongs done the ,indians4 ,in their defense she wrote ,a ,century of ,dishonor1 ,the last book she wrote is ,ramona1 an ,indian romance1 which she hoped would do for the ,indian what ,uncle ,tom's ,cabin had done for the slave4 ,mrs4 ,jackson died in ,california in #ahhe4 ,,mercedes is the pen name of an able1 zealous1 and devoted ,sister of one of our great ,teaching ,communities4 ,she has written several excellent ,plays for use in ,convent ,schools which have met the test of successful production4 ,her ,wild ,flowers from the ,mountain-side is a volume of ,poems and ,dramas that exhibit the heart and soul and faith of true poetry4 ,a competent critic calls these ,wild ,flowers sweet1 their hues most delicate1 their fragrance most agreeable4 ,mercedes has also enriched the columns of ,the ,missionary and other publications with several true stories1 in attractive prose1 of edifying conversions resulting from the missionary zeal of priest and teacher4 ,her graceful pen is ever at the service of every cause tending to the glory of ,god and the good of souls4 ,,moore1 ,,thomas1 was born in the city of ,dublin1 ,ireland1 in the year #aggi1 and was educated at ,trinity ,college4 ,his matchless ,melodies are the delight of all lovers of music1 and are sung all over the world4 ,archbishop ,mc,hale of ,tuam translated them into the grand old ,celtic tongue4 ,moore is the greatest of ,ireland's song-writers1 and one of the world's greatest4 ,as a poet few have equaled him in the power to write poetry which charms the ear by its delightful cadence4 ,his lines display an exquisite harmony1 and are perfectly adapted to the thoughts which they express and inspire4 ,his grave is in ,england1 where he spent the later years of his life1 and where he died in #aheb4 ,in #ahif1 the ,moore ,memorial ,committee of ,dublin erected over his grave a monument consisting of a magnificent and beautiful ,celtic cross4 ,,moore1 ,,clement ,c41 poet and teacher1 was born in ,new ,york in #aggi4 ,in #ahba he was appointed professor in a ,seminary founded by his father1 who was ,bishop ,benjamin ,moore of the ,protestant ,episcopal diocese of ,new ,york4 ,he died in #ahfc4 ,,morris1 ,,george ,p41 poet and journalist1 wrote several popular poems1 but is remembered chiefly for his songs and ballads4 ,he was born in ,philadelphia in the year #ahjb1 and died in ,new ,york in #ahfd4 ,,mccarthy1 ,,denis ,,aloysius1 poet1 lecturer and journalist1 was born in ,carrick-on-,suir1 ,county ,tipperary1 ,ireland1 in the year #ahga1 and made his elementary and intermediate studies in the ,christian ,brothers' ,school of his native town4 ,since his arrival in ,america in #ahhf1 he has published two volumes of poems which he modestly calls ,a ,round of ,rimes and ,voices from ,erin4 ,his poetry1 says a distinguished critic who is neither ,irish nor ,catholic1 is soulful and sweet1 and sings itself into the heart of anyone who has a bit of sentiment in his make-up4 ,mr4 ,mc,carthy is at present ,associate ,editor of the ,sacred ,heart ,review of ,boston4 ,he lectures on literary and ,irish themes1 and contributes poems1 stories1 essays1 book reviews1 etc41 to various papers and magazines4 ,,newman1 ,,cardinal ,,john ,,henry1 was born in ,london in #ahja1 and studied at ,trinity ,college1 ,oxford4 ,in #ahbd he became a minister of the ,church of ,england1 and rose rapidly in his profession4 ,in #ahde he abandoned the ,english ministry1 renounced the errors of ,protestantism1 and entered the ,catholic ,church1 of which he remained till death a most faithful1 devoted1 and zealous son4 ,he was ordained priest in #ahdh1 was made ,rector of the ,catholic ,university of ,dublin in #ahed1 and in #ahgi was raised to the rank of ,cardinal by ,pope ,leo ,,xiii4 ,cardinal ,newman's writings are beyond the grasp of young minds1 yet they will profit by and enjoy the perusal of his two great novels1 ,loss and ,gain and ,callista4 ,the former is the story of a convert2 the latter a tale of the third century1 in which the beautiful heroine and martyr1 ,callista1 is presented with a master's art4 ,newman is the greatest master of ,english prose4 ,in this field he holds the same rank that ,shakespeare does in ,english poetry4 ,to his style1 ,augustine ,birrell1 a noted ,english essayist1 pays the following graceful and eloquent tribute3 ,the charm of ,dr4 ,newman's style baffles description4 ,as well might one seek to analyze the fragrance of a flower1 or to expound in words the jumping of one's heart when a beloved friend unexpectedly enters the room4 ,this great ,prince of the ,church died the death of the saints in the year #ahij4 ,o',,reilly1 ,,john ,,boyle1 patriot1 author1 poet and journalist1 was born on the banks of the famous river ,boyne1 in ,county ,meath1 ,ireland1 in the year #ahdd4 ,in #ahfj he went over to ,england as agent of the ,fenian ,brotherhood1 an organization whose purpose was the freedom of ,ireland from ,english rule4 ,in #ahfc he joined the ,english army in order to sow the seeds of revolution among the soldiers4 ,in #ahff he was arrested1 tried for treason1 and sentenced to death4 ,this was afterwards commuted to twenty years' penal servitude4 ,in #ahfg he was transported to ,australia to serve out his sentence1 whence he escaped in #ahfi1 and made his way to ,philadelphia4 ,he became editor of the ,boston ,pilot in #ahgd4 ,he is the author of ,songs from the ,southern ,seas1 ,songs1 ,legends and ,ballads1 and of other works4 ,he died in #ahij4 ,all through life the voice and pen of ,boyle ,o',reilly were at the service of his ,church1 his native land1 and his adopted country4 ,kindness was the keynote of his character4 ,in #ahif ,boston erected in his honor a magnificent memorial monument4 ,,riley1 ,,james ,,whitcomb1 called the ,hoosier ,poet1 was born in ,indiana in the year #aheb4 ,in many of his poems there is a strong sense of humor4 ,what he writes comes from the heart and goes to the heart4 ,he has written much in dialect4 ,his home is in ,indianapolis4 ,,ruskin1 ,,john1 one of the most famous of ,english authors1 was born in ,london in #ahai1 and educated at ,oxford4 ,he spent several years in ,italy in the study of art4 ,he wrote many volumes of essays and lectures1 chiefly on matters connected with art and art criticism4 ,in his writings we find many beautiful pen-pictures of statues and fine buildings and such things4 ,his ,modern ,painters1 a treatise on art and nature1 established his reputation as the greatest art critic of ,england4 ,he died in #aijj4 ,,sangster1 ,,mrs4 ,,margaret ,e41 editor and poet1 was born in ,new ,rochelle1 ,n4,y41 on the #bb;d of ,february1 #ahch1 and educated in ,vienna4 ,she has successfully edited such periodicals as ,hearth and ,home1 ,harpers' ,young ,people1 and ,harpers' ,bazaar1 in which much of her prose and poetry has appeared4 ,she is at present 7#aiji7 the editor of ,the ,woman's ,home ,companion4 ,,southey1 ,,robert1 an eminent ,english poet and author1 was born in the year #aggd4 ,he began to write verse at the age of ten4 ,in #agib he was expelled from the ,westminster ,school for writing an essay against corporal punishment4 ,he then entered one of the colleges of ,oxford ,university1 where he became an intimate friend of ,coleridge4 ,while residing at ,lisbon he began a special study of ,spanish and ,portuguese literature4 ,in #ahac he was appointed poet-laureate of ,england1 and in #ahce received a pension from the government4 ,he died in #ahdc4 ,southey1 ,coleridge and ,wordsworth are often called ,the ,lake ,poets1 because they lived together for years in the lake country of ,england1 and in their writings described the scenery of that beautiful region4 ,,tennyson1 ,,alfred1 is considered the greatest poet of his age1 and one of the great ,english poets of modern times4 ,he was born in the year #ahji1 and educated at ,cambridge ,university4 ,in #ahej he gave to the world ,in ,memoriam1 his lament for the loss by death of his friend1 ,arthur ,h4 ,hallam4 ,in #ahea he succeeded ,wordsworth as poet-laureate of ,england4 ,his poems1 long and short1 are general favorites4 ,his ,idyls of the ,king1 ,the ,princess1 ,maud1 and ,in ,memoriam are his chief long poems4 ,these are remarkable for beauty of expression and richness of thought1 of which ,tennyson was master4 ,he died in #ahib1 lamented by the entire ,english-speaking world1 and was buried in ,westminster ,abbey4 ,tennyson always loved the sea1 the music of whose restless waves awakened an answering echo in his heart4 ,,wallace1 ,,william ,r41 was born at ,lexington1 ,ky41 in the year #ahai4 ,as a poet he is best known as the author of ,the ,sword of ,bunker ,hill4 ,,westwood1 ,,thomas1 an ,english poet1 was born in the year #ahad1 and died in #ahhh4 ,he wrote several volumes of poetry1 one of which was ,beads from a ,rosary4 ,,whittier1 ,,john ,g41 called the ,quaker ,poet1 was born in ,massachusetts in the year #ahjg4 ,his parents were ,quakers and were poor4 ,when young he learned to make shoes1 and with the money thus earned he paid his way at school4 ,he was a boy of nineteen when his first verses were published4 ,his poems were inspired by current events1 and their patriotic spirit gives them a strong hold upon the public4 ,snow-bound is considered his greatest poem4 ,whittier loved home so much that he never visited a foreign country1 and traveled but little in his own4 ,he gave thirty of the best years of his life to the anti-slavery struggle4 ,while other poets traveled in foreign lands or studied in their libraries1 ,whittier worked hard for the freedom of the slave4 ,of this he wrote-- ,forego the dreams of lettered ease1 ,put thou the scholar's promise by2 ,the rights of man are more than these4 ,mr4 ,whittier died in the year #ahib4 ,,wiseman1 ,,cardinal ,,nicholas ,,patrick1 was born in the year #ahjb in ,seville1 ,spain1 of an ,irish family settled there4 ,his family returned to ,ireland1 where he was educated4 ,when he was sixteen he entered the ,english ,college1 ,rome1 and was ordained priest in #ahbe4 ,in #ahdj he was appointed ,coadjutor ,bishop1 and in #ahej the ,pope named him ,archbishop of ,westminster1 and at the same time created him a ,cardinal4 ,he was a profound scholar1 an eloquent preacher1 and a brilliant writer1 and is the author of many able works4 ,he was one of the founders of the ,dublin ,review4 ,he died in #ahfe4 ,his ,fabiola or the ,church of the ,catacombs1 from which some selections have been taken for this ,reader1 is one of the classics of our language4 ,it was written in #ahed4 ,,woodworth1 ,,samuel1 editor and poet1 was born in ,massachusetts in #aghe1 and died in #ahdb4 ,with ,george ,p4 ,morris1 he founded the ,new ,york ,mirror4 ,the ,old ,oaken ,bucket is the best known of his poems4 ,for sketches of other authors from whom selections are taken for this book1 see the ,third and the ,fourth ,reader of the series4 99 99 99 99 99