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Every word, look, or thought of sympathy with heroic action helps to make heroism.

Captain D’Assas. On the 15th of October, in 1760, the French army, which was assisting Austria in the war against Prussia, was encamped near Klostercamp.

Captain d’Assas, of the Auvergne regiment, was sent out to reconnoiter, and he moved cautiously in the direction where they feared the enemy might be, until he was some distance from his regiment.

Suddenly he found himself surrounded by a number of soldiers, whose bayonets pricked his breast, and a low whisper in his ear said: “Make the slightest noise and you are a dead man.”

In a moment he understood all. The enemy was near. The soldiers were advancing silently so as to surprise the French. He had only to keep quiet and his own life would be spared, but many of his friends and countrymen would be slain.

Only a moment for prayer, not indecision, and he shouted: “Auvergne! Here are the enemy!”

By the time the cry reached the ears of his men, he was dead; but his death saved an army. The enemy retreated, knowing they could not conquer when the surprise failed.

They never fail who die in a great cause. — Byron.



JOHN PIERPONT (1785 – 1866), of Connecticut, published in 1816 “Airs of Palestine,” and in 1840 “ Airs of Palestine and Other Poems.”

The Yankee boy, before he's sent to school,
He knows the mysteries of that magic tool,
The pocket-knife. To that his wistful eye
Turns, while he hears his mother's lullaby;
His hoarded cents he gladly gives to get it,
Then leaves no stone unturned till he can whet it;
And, in the education of the lad,
No little part that implement hath had.

His pocket-knife to the young whittler brings
A growing knowledge of material things.
Projectiles, music, and the sculptor's art;
His chestnut whistle, and his shingle dart,
His elder pop-gun, with its hickory rod,
Its sharp explosion and rebounding wad,
His corn-stalk fiddle, and the deeper tone.
That murmurs from his pumpkin-leaf trombone,
Conspire to teach the boy.

• To these succeed
His bow, his arrow of a feathered reed,
His wind-mill, raised the passing breeze to win,
His water-wheel, that turns upon a pin;

Or, if his father lives upon the shore,
You'll see his ship, beam ends upon the floor,
Full rigged, with raking masts and timbers staunch,
And waiting, near the washtub, for a launch.

Thus, by his genius and his jack-knife driven,
Ere long he'll solve you any problem given;
Make any gim-crack, musical or mute,
A plow, a coach, an organ or a flute;
Make you a locomotive, or a clock,
Cut a canal, or build a floating dock,
Or lead forth beauty from a marble rock;
Make anything, in short, for sea or shore,
From a child's rattle to a seventy-four.
Make it, said I? Ay, when he undertakes it,
He'll make the thing, and the machine that make

And when the thing is made, whether it be
To move on earth, in air, or on the sea,
Whether on water, o'er the waves to glide,
Or upon land, to roll, revolve, or slide;
Whether to whirl or jar, to strike or ring,
Whether to be a piston or a spring,
Wheel, pulley, tube sonorous, wood or brass,
The thing designed shall surely come to pass;
For when his hand's upon it, you may know,
That there's go in it, and he'll make it go.


Write three new words which you found in your reading lessons, beginning with the poem, “Indian Mother's Lullaby.”

Write answers to the following questions, and use in your answers the words in italics: . What do the Indians mean by the word Manitou?

What is meant by a lullaby?
Why was the baby gleeful when the sunbeam came?
What is meant by “Seeking the pleasure of others?
Is the boy accustomed to work ?
Why do we say the boy had an appealing face?
Who delivers parcels at your house ?
Who are our kith and kin?

Who were Jacob and Alexander mentioned in the poem by George W. Bungay?

Why does the Yankee boy like a knife ?
What does he make with a pocket-knife?
How does he whet a knife ?
What is meant by staunch?
Who wrote The Yankee Boy"?
Who wrote the Indian Mother's Lullaby?
What is a papoose?
Where may the roebuck be found ?

“The best reward of a kindly deed

Is the knowledge of having done it.”




About sixty years ago, in the summer-time, a man went to pay a visit at a certain house at Osaka, and, in the course of conversation, said: “I have eaten some very extraordinary cakes to-day,” and on being asked what he meant he told the following story:

“I received the cakes from the relatives of a family who were celebrating the hundredth anniversary of the death of a cat that had belonged to their ancestor.

“When I asked the history of the affair, I was told that, in former days, a young girl of the family, when she was about sixteen years old, used always to be followed about by a cat that was reared in the house, so much so that the two were never separated for an instant.

“When her father perceived this, he was very angry, thinking the cat, forgetting the kindness that had been showered upon him for years by the family, had fallen in love with the young woman, and intended casting a spell upon her.

“The father decided he would kill the beast. As he was planning this in secret, the cat overheard him, and that night went to his pillow, and, assuming a human voice, said to the man:

“You suspect me of being in love with your daughter; and although you might be justified in so thinking, your suspicions are groundless. The fact is, there is a very

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