Like fiery serpents to the sun, And, in the distance far apart, While yonder ancient elm has caught A perfect dream of bliss! Imagine aught like this. O what are all ambition's gains! The work of the great King of kings! Măr věl to be filled with wonder and surprise. Măr'věl oùs: pertaining to the wonderful that is like to a miracle. REVIEW. What is meant by folk-lore? Tell the story about the "Faithful Cat." To what country does this story belong? Name another story belonging to the same country. Tell the story of the "Frog Prince." When the fathers and mothers tell the story of the "Frog Prince" to their children, what lessons do they wish to teach? Who wrote the article, "Behind Time"? Name' some dangers that may result from having a habit of being behind time. What are some of the beautiful thoughts in the poem, "A Little Brown Seed in the Furrow"? What caused the "strange unrest"? How did the little brown seed send up a plant? Who wrote "October”? What other poets have written about October? Read Andrew McLachlan's poem, "October," and select two beautiful thoughts. Fōlk-lōre: tales, legends, or superstitions long known and told among the people of a nation or a race. You are known by the company you keep. TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY. ROBERT BURNS. ROBERT BURNS (1759-1796) was born in Clay Cottage, a mile and a half from the town of Ayr, near the famous Alloway Kirk. His father was a poor man, unable to give the boy the advantages of a good education. Many of Burns' poems were suggested to him by his work in the fields. This poem was written after he had been plowing a field in which were daisies. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, To spare thee now is past my power, Alas! it's no thy neebor sweet, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet Cold blew the bitter-biting north Scarce reared above the parent earth The flaunting flowers our gardens yield, Such is the fate of simple bard, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, Such fate to suffering worth is given, To misery's brink, Till wrenched of every stay but Heaven, Ev'n thou who mournest the Daisy's fate, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight, Istoure: dust; 2 bonnie: beautiful; 3 bield: shelter; 4 histie: dry; 5 stibble: stubble. THE MAGIC SWAN. ANDREW LANG. ANDREW LANG (1844- ), born in Scotland, writer of prose and verse. His "Green Fairy Book," from which this selection is taken, is a favorite. Once upon a time there was a youth named Peter. He had two elder brothers, who were very unkind to him, so unkind that often he wished he had never been born. One day, when he was in the wood gathering sticks and crying bitterly, a little old woman came up to him, and asked him what was the matter; and he told her all his troubles. "Come, my good youth," said the old dame, "is not the world wide enough? Why do you not set out and try your fortune somewhere else? I will tell you what you must do, for I have taken a fancy to you, and I am sure you will not forget me when you are rich and great.' Peter said that he would not forget her, and the old woman went on with her talk. "This evening at sunset go to yonder pear tree. Under it you will find a |