"Here's to the health of as fair a little rebel as we shall meet, and God bless her!" said he.

12. She dropped her final courtesy, clasped the shining buckles, and out of the room she vanished, sure in her mind that Free-'n'-equal was all her own once more.

As for those buckles, they are this very day in the hands of one of Cynthia's descendants. For there was a real cow, and a real Cynthia, as well as a real Lord Cornwallis.

SONG OF MARION'S MEN.

1. Our band is few, but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;

The British soldier trembles
When Marion's name is told.
Our fortress is the good greenwood,
Our tent the cypress tree;
We know the forest round us

As seamen know the sea;
We know its walls of thorny vines,
Its glades of reedy grass,

Its safe and silent islands

Within the dark morass.

2. Woe to the English soldiery
That little dread us near!

On them shall light at midnight
A strange and sudden fear,
When, waking to their tents on fire,
They grasp their arms in vain,
And they who stand to face us
Are beat to earth again,

And they who fly in terror deem
A mighty host behind,

And hear the tramp of thousands
Upon the hollow wind.

3. Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil;

We talk the battle over,

And share the battle's spoil.

The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up,

And woodland flowers are gathered

To crown the soldier's cup.
With merry songs we mock the wind.
That in the pine-top grieves,

And slumber long and sweetly

On beds of oaken leaves.

4. Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads

The glitter of their rifles,

The scampering of their steeds. 'Tis life to guide the fiery barb Across the moonlight plain;

'Tis life to feel the night-wind
That lifts his tossing mane.
A moment in the British camp-
A moment and away,
Back to the pathless forest
Before the peep of day.

5. Grave men there are by broad Santee-
Grave men with hoary hairs;
Their hearts are all with Marion,
For Marion are their prayers.
And lovely ladies greet our band
With kindliest welcoming,
With smiles like those of summer,
And tears like those of spring.
For them we wear these trusty arms,
And lay them down no more
Till we have driven the Briton
Forever from our shore.

1. Bread is called the staff of life, I suppose because we depend upon it as our chief food. If bread is light and not sour, we call it good bread. Light bread is full of small holes which are formed in it while it is rising.

There is something wonderful about the rising of bread. Can any one tell what causes it to rise?

2. Some one will say that it is yeast; and another will say that it is leaven. It matters but little which of these things you name; they are both nearly the same thing. Suppose we speak of both as yeast.

3. In order to observe the action of the yeast more easily, first mix together a little flour and water and some sugar in a tumbler; then stir in a little yeast, and let it stand for an hour or two. When you look into the tumbler again, you will see little bubbles like soap bubbles beginning to form in the mixture. Soon it begins to grow thicker; the tumbler is fuller than it was at first, and by and by it may overflow.

4. If there had been no yeast in the tumbler, the flour and water would not have changed. The yeast which we dropped in must have caused some great change, thus to fill the tumbler. If we examine it by means of a microscope we shall see what looks like white glass beads of different sizes, moving about in the water. These beads are called cells.

5. By looking longer through the microscope, we shall see how the yeast grows. On the outside of one of these cells will soon appear a number of smaller ones. These will become larger, and after a while will become separated from the rest. Then, as they become full-grown, other smaller ones will grow on them.

6. But on what do these cells feed that causes them to grow so fast? On the sugar which we added to the flour and water. If there had been only the flour and water, a much longer time would have been required before the growth became noticeable. In the flour there is a very

small quantity of sugar, and after a time the yeast cells would have found it and acted upon it.

7. Cells like those found in the yeast are the smallest living objects known. They are found everywhere in nature, although all do not grow in the same way. Yeast cells have the strange power of changing sugar into carbonic acid and alcohol, and so it is sometimes said that they feed upon sugar.

8. Many learned men have spent years in the study of the different kinds of cells, observing what substances they act upon, and in what manner they grow. It is impossible to see any of them without the use of the microscope.

9. Now, let us see how the bread rises. A small quantity of the yeast is mixed with the dough for bread, and while it is left to rise the cells are seeking the sugar in the flour and beginning to act upon it. Bubbles of gas are set free, and these, trying to escape, push the particles of dough apart and cause it to rise. The dough will continue rising until all the sugar has been used, and then, if it is not baked at once, the bread will be sour.

10. There are other ways in which bread is caused to rise, as by means of baking powder, or by forcing bubbles of air into the dough. All good bread is made light by the pushing apart of the particles of dough. The methods are different only in the means used to produce this result. But no other method is so full of interest as that which we have just noticed.