the room with three empty sp tail. The spools were removed w especially the last one, which fitte After that Mopsey never saw a arching her tortoise-shell back and to three times its natural thicknes 6. Sometimes the temptation to him was too strong for poor huma ways regretted it afterwards. Whe in his tiny bed, with one tear dried vety cheek, and two little mice-teeth parted lips, I could not help thinkin a fellow he was, with his funny litt little nails and it did not seem to sort of person to be pitched into by like me. 7. One day last week he was v grief. By my directions, kindling placed every morning in the library I may have a fire the moment I ret ter Johnny must needs apply a lig arrangement early in the forenoon. discovered until the blower was on cent iron, and the wooden mantel with the intense heat. 8. When I came home, Johnny wa room, where he had been imprisoned employed himself in eating about t preserved pears. "Johnny," said I, in one could use in addressing a person tened with syrup,-"Johnny, don't I have always told you not to meddl It was something delicious to see Johnny trying to nber. He cast one eye meditatively up to the ceilhen he fixed it abstractedly on the canary-bird, he rubbed his ruffled brows with a sticky hand; eally, for the life of him, he could n't recall any etions concerning matches. can't, papa, truly," said Johnny at length. "I guess it have forgot it." "Well, Johnny, in order that you may not forget re Johnny was seized with an idea. He inter1 me. "I'll tell you what you do, papa, — you ut it down in writin'." th the air of a man who has settled a question ely, but at the same time is willing to listen ly to any crude suggestions that you may have row out, Johnny crossed his legs, and thrust his into those wonderful trousers pockets. I turned my face aside, for I felt a certain weakcreeping into the corners of my mouth. I was In an instant the little head, covered all over brown curls, was laid upon my knee, and Johnny rying, "I'm so very, very sorry!" I am thoroughly aware that, socially speaking, y is a black sheep. I know that I have brought p badly, and that there is not an unmarried man man in the United States who would n't have ht him up "very differently." It is a great pity The only people who know how to manage children have any. if At the same time, Johnny is not a black sheep ver. He has some white spots. His sins folks had no greater! are the result of too Machiavel (mak'-), an Italian writer who app in political affairs (2). — Capitaine Fracasse ( acter in a novel of the same name by the Frenc (ta-o-feel' go-tyā').— tortoise-shell back (5). yellow, and white is called a tortoise-shell cat. who is unlike the rest in a family, and makes tro so common nor so valuable as white sheep.) Spell and pronounce: innocence, trousers, I aged, tortoise (tor'tis), tiny. Explain: impotency of rage (3); coming to gr acts is the word "perpetrate" used? REAL WORTH. FOR 't is the mind that makes the XIII. — MY DOG BLANCO. HOLLAND. IAH GILBERT HOLLAND was born at Belchertown, Mass., in 1819, and 1881. He practiced medicine for a short time, and then became a ist. During many years he was one of the editors of the Springfield ican, and he wrote for its columns several of his popular works. His -s, both prose and verse, have that simplicity and directness which suit ular comprehension and taste. Some of them have had a circulation equaled in this country. They have been especially commended for oral tone and teaching. land wrote under the assumed name of Timothy Titcomb. 1. My dear dumb friend, low lying there, Glad partner of my home and fare, 2. I look into your great brown eyes, 3. For all of good that I have found 4. I scan the whole broad earth around 5. I trust you as I trust the stars; Nor cruel loss, nor scoff of r ride, 361701A |