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Gie fools their silks, and knaves their

wine

A man's a man for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,

Their tinsel show, and a' that;

The HONEST MAN, though e'er sae poor,
IS KING O' MEN for a' that.

3. You see yon birkie ca'd a lord,

Wha struts, and stares, and a' that-
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that t;
For a' that, and a' that,

His riband, star, and a' that;
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a' that.

4. A king can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's aboon his might-
Guid faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, and a' that,

Their dignities and a' that;

The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth,
Are higher ranks than a' that.

5. Then let us pray that come it may,
As come it will, for a' that,
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,

It's coming yet, for a' that-
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be, for a' that.

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1. Men of England! who inherit

Rights that cost your sires their blood;

Men whose undegenerate spirit

Has been proved on land and flood,

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2. By the foes ye've fought uncounted, By the glorious deeds ye've done, Trophies captured-breaches mounted, Navies conquered-kingdoms won! 3. Yet remember, England gathers

Hence but fruitless wreaths of fame,
If the virtues of your fathers

Glow not in your hearts the same.
4. What are monuments of bravery,
Where no public virtues bloom?
What avail in lands of slavery
Trophied temples, arch, and tomb?
5. Pageants! Let the world revere us
For our people's rights and laws,
And the breasts of civic heroes
Bared in Freedom's holy cause.

6. Yours are Hampden's, Russell's glory, Sidney's matchless shade is yours,— Martyrs in heroic story,

Worth a thousand Agincourts!

7. We're the sons of sires that baffled
Harsh and hated tyranny:-
They defied the field and scaffold
For their birthrights-so will we !

ca-vi-ty, a hollow place.

dis-perse, scatter.

BEES.

ab-do-men, the stomach.
in-dus-tri-ous, hard-working.

1. Suppose we go into a country garden one fine morning in May, when the sun is shining

brightly overhead; we may see hanging from the bough of an old apple-tree, a black object which looks very much like a large plumpudding. On approaching it, however, we see that it is a large cluster or swarm of bees, clinging to each other by their legs, each bee with its two fore-legs clinging to the two hinder legs of the one above it.

2. If these bees were left to themselves, they would find a home after a time in a hollow tree, or under the roof of a house, or in some other cavity, and begin to build their honeycomb there. But as we do not wish to lose their honey, we will bring a hive, and holding it under the swarm, shake the bough gently so that the bees fall into it, and cling to the sides as we turn it over on a piece of clean linen, on the stand where the hive is to be.

3. And now let us suppose that we are able to watch what is going on in the hive. Before five minutes are over, the industrious little insects have begun to disperse, and to make arrangements in their new home. A number of large lumbering bees of a darker colour than the rest, will, it is true, wander aimlessly about the hive, and wait for the others to feed them and house them; these are the drones, or male bees, who never do any work except during one or two days in their whole lives. But the smaller, working bees begin to be busy at once.

4. Some fly off in search of honey. Others walk carefully all round the inside of the hive to see if there are any cracks in it; and if there are, they go off to the horse-chestnut trees, poplars, or plants which have sticky buds, and gather a kind of gum called "propolis," with which they cement the cracks and make them air-tight. Others, again, cluster round one bee blacker than the rest, and having a longer body and shorter wings; for this is the QUEEN BEE, and she must be watched and tended.

5. But the largest number begin to hang in a cluster from the roof, just as they did from the bough of the apple-tree. What are they doing there? Watch for a little while, and you will see one bee come out from among her companions and settle on the top of the inside of the hive, turning herself round and round, so as to push the other bees back, and to make a space in which she can work.

6. Then she will begin to pick at the under part of her body with her forelegs, and will bring a scale of wax from a curious sort of pocket under her abdomen. Holding this wax in her claws, she will bite it with her hard, pointed, upper jaws, which move to and fro like a pair of pincers, then, moistening it with her tongue into a kind of paste, she will draw it out like a ribbon, and plaster it on the top of the hive.

7. After that, she will take another piece;

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