CHRIST STILLING THE TEMPEST,

THERE IS NO DEATH,

WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR,

THE LEGEND OF ST. FREDA, Sarah D. Hobart,

THE ICE-FLOWER ON

MOUNT CENIS, }.. "Songs in the Night,”

THE PATTER OF LITTLE

FEET,

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LITTLE J. W. Watson,

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SANTA CLAUS AND THE MOUSE,

BARBARA FRIETCHIE,

KEEPING HIS WORD,

THE CHRISTIAN MAIDEN

AND THE LION,

THE PRIEST'S LEAP,

THE AUCTIONEER'S GIFT,

MOUSTACHE,

MARION'S DINNER,

THE DEAD DOLL,

John Greenleaf Whittier, 116

}. Francis A. Durivage,

T. D. Sullivan,

Louis Imogen Guiney,

Edward C. Jones,

Margaret Vandegrift,

Fitz-James O'Brien,

"The Angelus,"

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Margaret E. Sangster, . 142

}. Carlotta Perry,

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MAID'S

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Susan Teall Perry,

READINGS AND RECITATIONS

FOR JUNIORS.

A LESSON OF THANKFULNESS.

ROAMING in the meadow,
Little four-year-old
Picks the starry daisies,
With their hearts of gold.

Fills her snowy apron,
Fills her dimpled hands;
Suddenly, how quiet

In the grass she stands!

"Who made f'owers so pitty,

Put 'em here? Did God ?"
"Yes, 'twas God," I answered,
"Spread them o'er the sod."

Dropping all her blossoms,
With uplifted head,

Serious face turned heavenward,
"Thank you, God!" she said.

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Then, as if explaining,

(Though no word I spake,)
"Always must say, 'Thank you,'
For the things I take."

Blessed little preacher,

Clad in robes of praise!
Would we all might copy
Your sweet, thankful ways!

Time to fret and murmur

We could never make,

Should we first say,

"Thank you,"

For the things we take.

THE FOOLISH HAREBELL.

A HAREBELL hung its wilful head: "I am tired, so tired! I wish I was dead."

She hung her head in the mossy dell: "If all were over, then all were well."

The wind he heard, and was pitiful;
He waved her about to make her cool.

"Wind, you are rough," said the dainty bell; "Leave me alone-I am not well."