catch the ball. If they can reach and destroy him before he catches, the danger is over; and with one and the same rush they will carry it right away to the schoolhouse goal.

Fond hope it is kicked out and caught beautifully: Crab strikes his heel into the ground, to mark the spot where the ball was caught, beyond which the school line may not advance; but there they stand, five deep, ready to rush the moment the ball touches the ground. Take plenty of room! Don't give the rush a chance of reaching you! Place it true and steady! Trust Crab Jones — he has made a small hole with his heel for the ball to lie on, by which he is resting on one knee, with his eye on old Brooke. "Now!" Crab places the ball at the word, old Brooke kicks, and it rises slowly and truly as the school rush forward.

Then a moment's pause, while both sides look up at the spinning ball. There it flies, straight between the two posts, some five feet above the cross bar, an unquestioned goal; and a shout of real genuine joy rings out from the schoolhouse players-up, and a faint echo of it comes over the close from the goal keepers under the doctor's wall. A goal in the first hour - such a thing has n't been done in the schoolhouse match this five years.

THOMAS HUGHES in Tom Brown's School Days

furiously

administer

sauntering

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

I love to look on a scene like this,
Of wild and careless play,

And persuade myself that I am not old,
And my locks are not yet gray;

For it stirs the blood in an old man's heart,
And makes his pulses fly,

To catch the thrill of a happy voice,
And the light of a pleasant eye.

I have walked the world for fourscore years,
And they say that I am old-

That my heart is ripe for the reaper Death, And my years are well-nigh told.

It is very true it is very true —

I am old, and I "bide my time";
But my heart will leap at a scene like this,
And I half renew my prime.

Play on! play on! I am with you there,
In the midst of your merry ring;
I can feel the thrill of the daring jump,
And the rush of the breathless swing.
I hide with you in the fragrant hay,
And I whoop the smothered call,
And my feet slip up on the seedy floor,
And I care not for the fall.

I am willing to die when my time shall come,
And I shall be glad to go-

For the world, at best, is a weary place,
And my pulse is getting low;

But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail
In treading its gloomy way;

And it wiles my heart from its dreariness

To see the young so gay.

NATHANIEL P. WILLIS

THE RAINBOW

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky;

So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

A BUDGET OF FAMOUS LETTERS

I. THOMAS JEFFERSON TO HIS DAUGHTER

TOULON, April 7, 1787.

My dear Patsy :

I received yesterday, at Marseilles, your letter of March 25, and I received it with pleasure, because it announced to me that you were well. Experience teaches us to be always anxious about the health of those whom we love.

I have received letters which inform me that our dear Polly will certainly come to us this summer. When she arrives, she will become a precious charge on your hands. The difference of your age, and your common loss of a mother, will put that office on you.

Teach her above all things to be good, because without that we can neither be valued by others, nor set any value on ourselves. Teach her to be always true; no vice is so mean as the want of truth, and at the same time so useless.

Teach her never to be angry; anger only serves to torment ourselves, to divert others, and to alienate their esteem.

And teach her industry and application to useful pursuits. I will venture to assure you that, if you inculcate this in her mind, you will make her a happy being in herself, a most estimable friend to you, and precious to all the world.

In teaching her these dispositions of mind you will be more fixed in them yourself, and render yourself dear to all your acquaintances. Practice them, then, my dear, without ceasing.

If ever you find yourself in difficulty and doubt how to extricate yourself, do what is right, and you will find it the easiest way of getting out of the difficulty.

Do it for the additional incitement of increasing the happiness of him who loves you infinitely and who is, my dear Patsy,

Every human being, my dear, must be thus viewed, according to what he is good for; for none of us, no, not one, is perfect; and were we to love none who had imperfections, this world would be a desert for our love. All we can do is to make the best of our friends, love and cherish what is good in them, and keep out of the way of what is bad.

THOMAS JEFFERSON