thirst. Blessed consummation! Then Poverty shall pass away from the land, finding no hovel so wretched that her squalid form may shelter itself there. Then Disease, for lack of other victims, shall gnaw his own heart and die. Then Sin, if she do not die, shall lose half her strength. 13. Then there will be no war of households. The husband and the wife, drinking deep of peaceful joy, a calm bliss of temperate affections, shall pass hand in hand through life, and lie down, not reluctantly, at its protracted close. 14. Drink, then, and be refreshed! The water is as pure and cold as when it slaked the thirst of the red hunter, and flowed beneath the aged bough. Still is this fountain the source of health, peace, and happiness; and I behold with certainty and joy the approach of the period when the virtues of cold water, too little valued since our fathers' days, will be fully appreciated and recognised by all. WHEN I WAS A TINY BOY. cast a look be-hind, to think upon the past. Frank-lin, Benjamin Franklin of the United States, noted for his discoveries in elec- themes, exercises. 1. Oh, when I was a tiny boy My days and nights were full of joy; No wonder that I sometimes sigh, 2. A hoop was an eternal round But now those past delights I drop, And careful thoughts the string! 3. My kite-how fast and far it flew ! Whilst I, a sort of Franklin, drew My pleasure from the sky! 'Twas papered o'er with studious themes, The tasks I wrote--my present dreams Will never soar so high. 4. No skies so blue or so serene 5. Oh for the garb that marked the boy! The trousers made of corduroy, Well inked with black and red; The crownless hat ne'er deemed an ill- Repose upon my head! 6. When that I was a tiny boy BARBARA FRITCHIE. clus-tered, crowded together. Lee, the heroic leader of the raid, invasion, expedition. 1. Up from the meadows, rich with corn, 2. Round about them orchards sweep, Apple and peach-tree fruited deep; Fair as a garden of the Lord To the eyes of the famished rebel horde. 3. On that pleasant morn of the early fall, When Lee marched over the mountain wall, Over the mountains winding down, 4. Forty flags with their silver stars, 5. Up rose old Barbara Fritchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten, Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; 6. In her attic window the staff she set, 7. Under his slouched hat, left and right, He glanced, the old flag met his sight. Halt !"-the dust-brown ranks stood fast; "Fire!"-out blazed the rifle blast. 8. It shivered the window, pane and sash; It rent the banner with seam and gash, Quick, as it fell from the broken staff, Dame Barbara suatched the silken scarf; |