and the pistil is in the centre of all. These differ very much in number and size and place, but every perfect flower must have them in some way.

Jenny. See them in the lily; first, the six stamens, each with a little box or case at the top, with powder in it, called pollen; that is what yellows our noses when we smell too near the lilies; then one pistil in the middle, standing up straight.

Mary. The stamens and pistils make the seeds. These always grow just at the bottom of the pistil. The buttercups have a great many stamens and pistils, but they are all small.

Kate. My violet has only one pistil. See its green top, and the five stamens with their little pollen boxes clinging tight around the pistil.

Nelly. Roses have many stamens and pistils. What is queer about them is, that the stamens turn to petals when the plant is cultivated, and that makes double flowers.

Anna. I'm last again, but I insist on the daisy's being queerer than any of yours; for these little white flowers around the edge have only pistils, while the yellow centre flowers have stamens and pistils both. I can't count them myself, but I've been told that there are five stamens and one pistil in each.

Jenny. Let's notice one more thing, the number of the parts. The lily has six petals, six stamens, and one pistil. Kate. And the violet has five sepals, five petals, five stamens, and one pistil.

Mary. And the buttercup has five sepals and five petals, with many stamens and pistils.

Nelly. Just so has the rose.

Anna. Just so hasn't the daisy, as I told you before. Come, let's call the play done for to-day, and go to make bouquets.

NOTE.-The speakers in this dialogue should know the parts very thoroughly, and take great pains to show them as much as possible, while talking. Large flowers (of their kind) should be selected, and plenty of them, that the girls may pull in pieces as many as they like.

And think you when he grew a man,
He prospered in his ways?
No: wicked courses never can
Bring good and happy days.

Without a shilling in his purse,
Or cot to call his own,

Poor Thomas grew from bad to worse,
And hardened as a stone.

And oh, it grieves me much to write

His melancholy end;

Then let us leave the dreadful sight,
And thoughts of pity send.

But may we this important truth
Observe and ever hold:

"All those who're idle in their youth
Will suffer when they're old."

ABOUT THE RAIN.

Do you know who makes it rain? I will tell you; God

makes it rain. Do you see that dark cloud rising in the west! That cloud will bring thunder and lightning and rain. You need not be afraid; God makes it thunder; and he will not hurt you if you are good.

If it did not rain, the grass would not grow; and then the cows would give us no more milk. Cows eat grass, and that makes them give milk. Milk, you know, is good for little boys. Bread-and-milk is good, and so is mush-and-milk..

If it did not rain, the wheat would not grow; and then we should have no bread. The farmer carries wheat to mill; the miller grinds it into flour; and then the baker makes bread of it.

If it did not rain, the trees would not grow. Pears grow on trees, and apples grow on trees. If it did not rain, there would be no pears, nor peaches, nor cherries, nor apples.

If it did not rain, there would be no water; the springs, and brooks, and rivers would be all dried up; and then you would have nothing to drink, and we should all die.. God is very good to make it rain, and we should all of us be very thankful.

0

HOHENLINDEN.

N Linden, when the sun was low,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow;

And dark as winter was the flow

Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

But Linden saw another sight,
When the drum beat at dead of night,
Commanding fires of death to light
The darkness of her scenery,

By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
Each horseman drew his battle blade,
And furious every charger neighed

To join the dreadful revelry.

Then shook the hills with thunder riven;
Then rushed the steed, to battle driven;
And louder than the bolts of heaven
Far flashed the red artillery.

But redder yet that light shall glow,
On Linden's hills of stained snow;
And bloodier yet the torrent flow
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

'Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun
Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun,
Where furious Frank and fiery Hun

Shout in their sulphurous canopy.

The combat deepens. On, ye Brave,
Who rush to glory, or the grave!
Wave, Munich, all thy banners wave,

And charge with all thy chivalry!

Few, few shall part, where many meet!
The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet

Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

WE

THE FOURTH OF JULY.

E celebrate the fourth of July, because on that day, in 1776, the American Congress, assembled in Philadelphia, signed the Declaration of Independence; a Declaration that our country was no longer subject to Great Britain, but was a free and independent nation. This was a bold thing for these men to do. War was already begun with England, and if they were not successful in that war, they knew that they should be punished as rebels; but they thought it was right, and they dared to do it.

The war went on-the great war of the Revolution, and at last, Great Britain acknowledged our independence. Since that time we have been steadily growing to be a great people. Foreigners have come in, and are now citizens with us. The men who signed that Declaration, and their children even, have died long ago, but every year, that day has been celebrated with rejoicing by this whole people-strangers and citizens born.

On that day in 1826, two great men, both signers of the Declaration of Independence, both Ex-Presidents of the United States, died,―John Adams and Thomas Jefferson. On that day in 1863, during the war of the Southern Rebellion, Vicksburg was surrendered to General Grant; and on that day in 1865, was the greatest celebration ever known in these States; for in that year, the Rebellion was ended, the Union was restored, and Peace came back to our country with a new Independence- Independence of Slavery, and a new Freedom, the Freedom and Equality before the law of every person living under our government.

While we are people, we shall honor this day. It is our national birthday, to be joyously and gratefully kept forever. It is a glorious an immortal day! On its annual return we will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illuminations.