To be memorized.

RAINY DAY POEMS.

Try to be cheerful,

Never be fearful

Or think that the sky will fall.
Let the sky tumble,

Fear not the rumble

It never can hurt you at all.

-From Stickney's Third Reader.

FAIRY UMBBELLAS.

The wet East Wind had called to the rain,
"Come down, little drops, to the April flowers;"
And over the grass and the sleeping grain

And into the streets they swept in showers.

They tapped at each door and called, "Come up,
For the bleak, cold wind and the snow are gone;

Arbutus is lifting her perfumed cup,

And the grass is carpeting all the lawn."

But the fairies that lived in the quiet wood,

All wore their new spring bonnets that day;
So they raised their umbrellas as quick as they could,
And under the trees went trooping away.

And the people said, when they saw them there,
The fairy umbrellas out in the rain;

"O, Spring has come so sweet and so fair,

For there are those odd, little toadstools again."
-G. Packard Du Bois, in The Kindergarten.

CONCERT RECITATION.

Who likes the rain?

"I," said the duck, "I call it fun,
For I have my little rubbers on;
They make a cunning three-toed track

In the soft, cool mud; quack! quack!"

"I hope 'twill pour, I hope 'twill pour,"
Croaked the tree-toad from his gray bark door;
"For with a broad leaf for a roof

I'm perfectly weatherproof."

Sang the brook, "I laugh at every drop,
And wish it would never need to stop
Until a broad river I'll grow to be,
And could find my way out to the sea."

"Each flower holds up

A dainty cup

To catch the rain and dew;

The drink of flowers,

That comes in showers,

Is just the drink for you.

-Selected.

RAIN SONGS.

"The Rain Song," Eleanor Smith No. 1.

"Rain Song," Wiggin Song Book.

"Song of the Rain," Walker & Jenks.

"Millions of Drops," Walker & Jenks.

"When the Rain Comes Down" (very pretty), Howlitson's Child Songs.

"Rain Coach," Eleanor Smith No. 2.

"Rain Song," Eleanor Smith No. 2.
"Spring Rain," Eleanor Smith No. 2.
"Rain Clouds," Patty Hill Book.
"Rain on the Roof," Patty Hill Book.
"Washing and Ironing," Patty Hill Book.

RAINDROPS.*

Oh, merry sparkling raindrops,

You glimmer as you fall,

And all the little flowers

Will hear your joyful call.
You bring glad news of summer,
Of birds and blossoms fair,
Of fields and blooming meadows
That lately were so bare.

*Sing this to "Good Morning, Merry Sunshine."

"Good morning," sing the raindrops,

While falling from the sky,
"We cannot tarry with you

But quickly hasten by.
For we must wake the flowers,
And swell the little stream,
Then onward to the river

With a sparkle and a gleam."

S. Alice Smith.-From Child Garden,

THE RAIN COACH.*

Some little drops of water

Whose home was in the sea,

To go upon a journey

Once happened to agree.

A cloud they had for a carriage,
Their horse a playful breeze,
And over land and country

They rode awhile at ease.

But ah! they were so many
At last the carriage broke,
And to the ground came tumbling
These frightened little folk.
And through the moss and grasses
They were compelled to roam

Until a brooklet found them

And carried them all home.

THE DROP OF WATER.

You know, surely, what the microscope is—that wonderful little glass which makes everything appear a hundred times larger than it really is. If you look at a single drop of ditch water through a microscope, you will see a thousand odd-looking creatures, such as you never could imagine dwelling in The appearance is not unlike that of a whole plateful

water.

From Songs For Little Children. By Eleanor Smith. Milton Bradley Co., Publishers.

of shrimps, all jumping and crowding upon each other; and yet, after their fashion, they are merry and happy.

Now, there was once an old man, whom his neighbors called Cribbley Crabbley-a curious name, to be sure; it meant something like creep and crawl. He always liked to make the most of everything, and when he could not manage it fairly, he tried magic. One day he sat looking through his microscope or magnifying glass at a drop or water brought from a neigboring ditch. What a scene of scrambling and swarming All the thousands of little creatures in the water jumped and sprang about.

it was, to be sure! to be sure!

"Upon my word, this is really shocking; there must surely be some way to make them live in peace and quiet, so that each attends only to his own concerns." And he thought and thought, but still could not hit upon any expedient. So he must needs have recourse to conjuring.

"I must give them color, so that they may be seen more plainly," said he; and accordingly he poured something that looked like a drop of red wine upon the drop of water. And now all the strange little creatures immediately became red all over, and looked for all the world like a whole town full of Indians.

"Why, what have you here?" asked another old magician, who had no name at all, which made him even more remarkable than Cribbley Crabbley. "If you can find out what it is," replied Cribbley Crabbley, "I will give it to you; I'll warn you you'll not do so easily." And now the conjurer without a name looked through the microscope. It really seemed to him that the scene before him was a whole town, where the people ran about in the wildest way.

Those that were under wanted to be at the top, while those that chanced to be at the top must needs thrust themselves underneath; the way they struggled and kicked and bumped their heads was quite shocking. "This is uncommonly droll and amusing!" said the nameless magician.

"Do you think so? But what do you think it is?" asked Cribbley Crabbley. "Can you find it out?

"It is easy enough to guess, to be sure," was the reply of the nameless magician; "easy enough. It is either Paris or Copenhagen, or some other large city. I don't know which, for they are all alike. It is some large city, of course." "It is a dron of water from a puddle," said Cribbley

Crabbley.

-Hans Anderson.

MORNING TALK.

LIGHTNING.

Let pupils put away books and other work some dark cloudy morning, when reading from books or blackboard is difficult, and have a thunder and lightning talk.

Let them tell you what they think the source or cause of each. How many are afraid of lightning?

use is lightning or electricity? How can from lightning?

What will attract it?

Why?
Why?

Of what

we avoid danger

Tell the story of Ben Franklin and his kite, and how he bottled up the lightning to find out what it was.

FRANKLIN AND THE LIGHTNING.

A long time ago the people did not know what lightning was or where it came from. They did not know what made thunder, either.

But there was one wise man who thought a great deal about it and wished very much to find out. His name was Ben Franklin. This is his picture. (Show picture.)

He watched the lightning flash during rainstorms many times, and by and by he made up his mind that it was just electricity. It is what we use now to light our streets and make the street cars go. But they did not use electricity for these things in those days. They did not know how to make