Слике страница

varnish, to prevent the ink from insinuating itself into my pores; but all in vain, it would get through, and I was afraid it would stain, indelibly, my beautiful wood.

12. I think the teacher of this school was very much to blame for not getting some old, inky, wooden desks for those of his pupils who were so very slovenly, and not give them such beautiful pieces of furniture as we are, merely to see them spoiled. The teacher would occasionally say something to his pupils about the importance of tidiness and of keeping the desks neat, and then my mistress would take it into her head to brush up her establishment.

13. She would put her books into some tolerable or der, and would get a wet sponge and rub the outside of the desk in a vain attempt to remove the spots. Ink spots, like bad habits, must be removed as soon as they are first formed, otherwise they become indelibly fixed. The repeated rubbings which my mistress thus gave me had no effect but to wear away the varnish and turn me from a glossy bright color to a dirty brown. I soon considered myself irretrievably spoiled.

14. After a time my mistress was changed again, and the one who succeeded her remains to this day. She has spread a large paper on the inside and arranges her books and papers neatly upon it. If she makes a blot she carefully wipes it off at once. A few afternoons since two or three ladies came into the school room, and one of them lifted up my lid and said to the others, “See how neatly these scholars keep their desks."

Classical Journal.

Hope is the sweetest friend that ever kept a distressed soul company; it beguiles the tediousness of the way - all the miseries of our pilgrimage.


I. Among the novel sights which throng the streets of the city of London, for the cheap entertainment of the people, none of them has made a more pleasing impression on my mind than a family circle of different animals and birds, whose deportment is truly an admirable illustration of the reign of peace. The proprietor of this novel menagerie calls it, very appropriately, “The Happy Family.”

2. A cage would be too harsh a name for this place of residence, which is almost simple enough to be of their own construction. It is rather a large, square hen-coop, placed on a low hand-cart, which the man draws about from one street to another, and gets a few pennies a day from those who stop to look at the domestic felicity of his motley family circle.

3. Perhaps the first thing that strikes the eye is a large cat, “washing her face," with a dozen large rats nestling under her like so many kittens, whilst others are climbing up her back and playing with her whiskers. In another corner of the room a dove and hawk are billing and cooing on the head of a dog, which is resting across the neck of a rabbit.

4. The floor is covered with the oddest social circles imaginable. Here weasels, and guinea-pigs, and funny, peeping chickens are putting their noses together caressingly. The slats above are covered with birds whose natural antipathies have been subdued into mutual affection by the law of kindness. For instance, a grave old owl is sitting bolt upright, and meditating in the sun, with a twittering, keen-sighted sparrow perched between his cat ears, and trying to open the eyes of the old sage with his sharp bill.


5. I never pass this establishment without stopping to look at the scene it presents. Its teachings are more eloquent than a hundred lectures on peace and universal brotherhood. I love to see the children stop to look at it, for I know they will carry away a lesson which will do them good; they will think of it on their way to school,—and at home too, I hope, when any thing crosses their will in the family circle or playground. I could not but wish that this “ Happy Family” might be exhibited every morning to all the unhappy human families in the land.




It is the custom in some parts of the Tyrol for the laborers to assemble in the evening, after their day's work, around some spreading tree, generally at the entrance of the village, and sing a hymn or song in concert. The following is a song supposed to be sung by some of these peasants.

1. Come to the sunset tree !

The day is past and gone;
The woodman's ax lies free,

And the reaper's work is done.
2. The twilight star to heaven,

And the summer dew to flowers,
And rest to us is given,

By the cool soft evening hours.

3. Sweet is the hour of rest !

Pleasant the wind's low sigh,
And the gleaming of the west,

And the turf whereon we lie,

4. When the burden and the heat

Of labor's task are o'er,
And kindly voices greet

The tired one at his door.

5. Come to the sunset tree!

The day is past and gone;
The woodman's ax lies free,

And the reaper's work is done.
6. Yes; tuneful is the sound

That dwells in whispering boughs ;
Welcome the freshness 'round,

And the gale that fans our brows.

7. But rest more sweet and still

Than ever night-fall gave,
Our yearning hearts shall fill

In the world beyond the grave.
8. There shall no tempest biow,

No scorching noontide heat;
There shall be no more snow,

No weary wandering feet.
9. So we lift our trusting eyes

From the hills our fathers trod,
To the quiet of the skies,

To the sabbath of our God.

10. Come to the sunset tree !

The day is past and gone;
The woodman's ax lies free,
And the reaper's work is done.


Every good act is a flower, which will beautify our final home.


1. Of all the birds that flutter in the garden or paint the landscape, the humming-bird is the most delightful to look upon, and the most inoffensive. Of this charming little animal there are six or seven varieties, from the size of a small wren down to that of a humble-bee.

2. Many, perhaps, do not really know that there exist any birds so very small, and yet so completely furnished with a bill, feathers, wings, and digestive organs, exactly resembling those of the largest kind.

3. Birds not so big as the end of one's little finger would probably be supposed mere creatures of imagination, were they not seen in infinite numbers, and as frequently as butterflies on a summer's day, sporting from flower to flower and extracting sweets with their little bills.

4. The smallest humming-bird is about the size of a hazel nut. The feathers on its wings and tail are black;

. but those on its body and under its wings are of a greenish brown, with a fine red cast or gloss, which no silk or velvet can imitate.

5. It has a small crest on its head, green at the bottom and as it were gilded at the top, and which sparkles in the sun like a little star in the middle of its forehead. The bill is black, straight, slender, and of the length of a small pin. It is inconceivable how much these birds add to the high finishing and beauty of a rich and luxurious landscape.

6. As soon as the sun is risen, the humming-birds of different kinds are seen fluttering about the flowers, without ever lighting upon them. Their wings are in such rapid motion that it is impossible to discern their colors except by their glittering. They are never still, but




« ПретходнаНастави »