11. Then here's to our boyhood, its gold and its gray! LESSON 37. FATHER'S GROWING OLD, JOHN. OUR UR father's growing old, John ! And years are on his shoulders laid- And you and I are young and hale, And each a stalwart man, And we must make his load as light 2. He used to take the brunt, John, And earned our porridge by the sweat Nor wanted e'er a welcome seat 3. And when our boy-strength came, John, He brought us to the yellow field, Just like the plough that heaves the soil, 4. Now we must lead the van, John, And let the old man read and doze, And he'll not mind it, John, you know, Those brave old days of British times 5. I heard you speak of ma'am, John; 'Tis Gospel what you say, That caring for the like of us Has turned her hair to gray ? Yet, John, I do remember well 6. Her lips were cherry red, John, Her step fell lightly as the leaf From off the summer tree, 7. She had a buxom arm, John, The path forbidden trod; But to the heaven of her eye And evermore our yielding cry 8. But this is long ago, John, Her fading cheek and hair: And when beneath her faithful breast 'Tis then, John, we the most shall feel 9. Yes, father's growing old, John, And each a stalwart man, And we must make their path as smooth IT LESSON 38. MY STOVE - WITH MODERN IMPROVEMENTS. T'S all very well to have a "spandangalous" new stove, with a high-sounding name, such as "Star of the West," or "Triumph of the World," costing forty or fifty dollars gorgeous in shiny-black fluting and scrollwork, ornamented with artistic dancing maidens (in sheet-iron), and equipped with all the latest quirks and crinkles of improvements - with dampers here, and screws there; things to push in, and things to pull out; things to put on, and things to take off; doors to open, and doors to shut, and doors to stand ajar. 2. It sounds very well, and I felt very grand when the hardware man or rather men, for it took two of them perched the "Wonder of the Age" on its four small feet on an elegant round zinc in my unassuming parlor, and presented to me a printed book, containing minute directions for the perfect management of the stranger. It had displaced by the way - an honest old stove with not a damper about it; nothing but a place to make the fire and a place to take out the ashes, which we had been stupid enough to think all that was necessary till we were enlightened by an unselfish hardware dealer. 3. I felt very fine, I say, and the pert man of iron said, "You'll find it a great improvement on that old thing," giving it a contemptuous push with his boot. "As soon as you learn to manage it, you'll find it very simple, and it will save half your coal for you." 4. When the man was gone, I sat down to study my new book. "To build a fire," said the oracle, "place the grate in such a position," which I at once did; "turn damper No. 1 up, damper No. 2 down, pull damper No. 3 out, and push damper No. 4 in." 5. I looked at the dampers, and found no numbers, but on further study I found a diagram of the stove with dampers numbered. 6. Well, I fixed the mysterious dampers; I brought the kindling, I had Jane ready with the scuttle of coal. (One of the delights of these new-fangled stoves is that it requires more brains to manage it than you can hire for four dollars a week.) When I had everything ready I lighted a wisp of paper, according to orders, dropped it into the dark receptacle, which I could n't see into, threw in, as per book, a handful of pine-kindlings, then a ditto of hard-wood ditto, though the smoke brought tears to my eyes. Then I shut the door and waited. 7. There was a roar while the paper and pine lasted, and then-a ghastly silence! Jane and I looked at each other. แ "It's gone out, for sure, mim," said Jane. "Perhaps I did n't put in enough; get another handful, Jane," I said. Jane ran down to the wood-shed and came up with another load. I did it over again. This time it condescended to light, and, according to rule, Jane poured in the coal-" chestnut," by the book. 8. It went rattling in, and alas! came rattling down into the ash-pan below. Jane fell on her knees and peered under. "Sure, mim, the holes in it is big as me head. Sorra a bit of coal can stay in it at all, at all—the boderin' thing!" "But some stays in, and perhaps when it gets hot and melted together, it won't fall out. Anyway, it's according to the book," I said, triumphantly. 9. But Jane did not seem to feel unqualified respect for the book. "Boder the new-fangled notions, anyhow!" said she, under her breath; "the ould kind's plenty good enough for the likes o' me." "Yes, but, Jane," said I, "this is a famous saver of coal." "I don't belave in no sort o' hatin' without usin' coal, mim. Leastways, that 's my experience." "Well, we shall see," I said, with dignity.. 10. Now the fire seemed to go finely, the coal cracked, and after the proper time-by the book - I had another scuttleful poured in. When that was nicely lighted, and the room getting warm-which feat was accomplished in two or three hours-I proceeded to shut up the stove. Attacking the dampers, I pulled up one and pushed down the other, turned this one straight and |