Billy, read on." "That's crooked S."
"Read in the spelling-book-begin."
"The boys are out"-"Then call them in—”
"My nose bleeds; mayn't I get some ice,
And hold it on my neck?"-" Yes.”
“John, keep your seat." "My sum is more-
"Then do't again-divide by four,
By twelve, and twenty-mind the rule.
Now speak, Manassah, and spell tool."
"I can't"-"Well, try"-"T, W, L."
"Not wash'd your hands yet, booby, ha?
You had your orders yesterday.

Give me the ferrule, hold your hand."

"Oh! Oh!" "There, mind my next command."

"The grammar read. Tell where the place is." "C sounds like K in cat and cases."

"My book is torn."

"The next."

"E final makes it long-say note.

"Here not-"

What are the stops and marks, Susannah ?" "Small points, sir."—"And how many, Hannah?" "Four, sir." "How many, George? You look." "Here's more than fifty in my book."

"How's this? Just come, Sam?" "Why I've been—”.

"The second class must read

As quick as possible-proceed.

Not found your book yet?-Stand-be fix'd

The next read, stop-the next—the next.
You need not read again; 'tis well."

"Come, Tom and Dick, chuse sides to spell."
"Will this word do?" "Yes, Tom spell dunes.
Sit still there, all you little ones.'

66

"I've got a word." "Well, name it." Gizzard,"

"You spell it Sampson." "G, I, Z.” "Spell conscience, Jack." "K, O, N, S, H, U, N, T, S." "Well done!

"Put out the next

"Mine is folks."

"Tim, spell it "—"P, H, O, U, X.”

"O shocking! Have you all try'd?" "No." "Say Master; but no matter, goLay by your books—and you, Josiah, Help Jed to make the morning fire."

DER

MINE SCHILDHOOD.

ER schiltren dhey vas poot in ped,
All tucked oup for der nighdt;
I dakes mine pipe der mantel off,
Und by der fireside pright

I dinks aboudt ven I vas young-
Off moder, who vas tead,
Und how at nighdt-like I do Hans-
She tucked me oup in ped.

I mindt me off mine fader, too,
Und how he yoost to say,
"Poor poy, you haf a har't old row

To hoe, and leedle blay!"

I find me oudt dot id vas drue
Vot mine oldt fader said,

Vhile smoodhing down mine flaxen hair,

Und tucking me in ped.

Der oldt folks, chusd like a dhream,
To spheak off dem like dot,

Gretchen und I vas "oldt folks" now,
Und haf two schiltren got.

Ve lofes dhem more as nefer vas,

Each leedle curly head,

Und efry nighdt ve dakes dhem oup,
Und tucks dhem in dheir ped.

Budt dhen, somedimes, vhen I feels plue,
Und all dings lonesome seem,
I vish I vas dot poy again,

Und dis vas all a dhream.

I vant to kiss mine moder vonce,
Und ven my brayer vas said,
To haf mine fader dake me oup,
Und tuck me in mine ped.

CHARLES F. ADAMS.

VALI

LUTHER.

ALIANT, defiant and free, Majestic, impressive and lone, He looms like that isle of the sea That rose to an emperor's throne.

Honor where manhood is found,
Glory where valor has led,

To priest or not priest, the world round;
To white man or black man or red.

Honor to manhood and worün,

Glory to action and deed

TO MANHOOD, not PRIESTHOOD on earth;

For man is the master of creed.

JOAQUIN MILLER

THE NEWSBOY'S DEBT.

ONLY

last year, at Christmas time, While pacing down a city street,

I saw a tiny, ill-clad boy

One of the thousands that we meet

As ragged as a boy could be,

With half a cap, with one good shoe;
Just patches to keep out the wind—
I know the wind blew keenly, too;

A newsboy, with a newsboy's lungs,
A square Scotch face and honest brow.
And eyes that liked to smile so well
They had not yet forgotten how;

A newsboy, hawking his last sheets
With loud persistence. Now and ther
Stopping to beat his stiffened hands,
And trudging bravely on again.

Dodging about among the crowd,
Shouting his "Extras" o'er and o'er,
Pausing by whiles to cheat the wind
Within some alley, by some door.

At last he stopped-six papers left, Tucked hopelessly beneath his armTo eye a fruiter's outspread store,

And products from some country farm. He stood and gazed with wistful face, All a child's longing in his eyes; Then started, as I touched his arm,

And turned in quick, mechanic wise.

Raised his torn cap with purple hands,
Said, "Paper, sir? Sun, Star, Times!"
And brushed away a freezing tear

That marked his cheek with frosty rimes.

66 How many have you? Never mind— Don't stop to count-I'll take them all; And when you pass my office here

With stock on hand, give me a call."

He thanked me with a broad Scotch smile,
A look half wondering and half glad.
I fumbled for the proper" change,”
And said, "You seem a little lad

"To rough it in the streets like this." "I'm ten years old this Christmas time!" "Your name?" "Jim Hanley." "Here's allI've nothing else, but this one dime

"Five dollars. When you get it changed
Come to my office-that's the place.
Now wait a bit, there's time enough:
You need not run a headlong race.

"Where do you live?" "Most anywhere.
We hired a stable-lo. to-day,

Me and two others." "And you thought
The fruiter's window pretty, hey?

"And you are cold?" "Aye, just a bit.

I don't mind cold." "Why, that is strange!"

He smiled and pulled his ragged cap,
And darted off to get the "change."