and honest, I will be far happier, even if I am poor, than I would be, were I rich by dishonest

She is right. And, remember, too, that a

good name is more to be desired than great

riches.'

NOTES AND

QUESTIONS

- Adapted.

Who was Frank Summers?

Who called him? What did Mr. Adams want him to do? Did Frank do right in delivering his message first? What did Tom Barry say to Frank? Did Frank get a scolding from Mr. Adams? What did he get? What advice did Frank's mother give him?

Adams say to him?

Have the children dramatize this story.

ALL OF IT

One day of life,

One soul to save,

One weary strife,

One wayside grave.

One solemn knell,

One trampled sod,

One way to hell,

One way to God.

What did Mr.

- REV. HUGH FRANCIS BLUNT.

But to the even-song;

And, having prayed together, we

Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;

As quick a growth to meet decay

As you, or anything.

We die,

As your hours do, and dry
Away

Like to the summer's rain;
Or as the pearls of morning dew,
Ne'er to be found again.

- ROBERT WELCH HERRICK.

NOTES AND QUESTIONS

Did you ever see a daffodil?

was born in Massachusetts.

THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD

does it grow? When does it grow?

Robert Weleh Herrick (1868, a novelist and poet,

What color is it? Where

1591

1674

I saw the beauty of the world

Before me like a flag unfurled,
The splendor of the morning sky,
And all the stars in company;
I thought, how beautiful it is!

My soul said, "There is more than this."

WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS.

THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIMS

aisles

conqueror

The breaking waves dashed high

On a stern and rock-bound coast,

And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark

On the wild New England shore.

Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true-hearted, came;

Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame;

Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amidst the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea;

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthem of the free!

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam; And the rocking pines of the forest roared, This was their welcome home!

Mrs. Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835), an English poet, was born at Liverpool.

THE WANTS OF MAN

"Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."

"Tis not with me exactly so;

But 'tis so in my song.

My wants are many and, if told,
Would muster many a score;

And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.

- JOHN QUINCY ADAMS.