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call—Tray—Tray! At length you see him lying in his old place, out by the cherry tree, and you run to him; but he does not start; and you lean down to pat him—but he is cold, and the dew is wet upon him—poor Tray is dead!
You take his head upon your knees, and pat again those glossy ears, and cry; but you cannot bring
POOR TRAY IS DEAD him to life. And Bella comes, and cries with you. You can hardly bear to have him put in the ground; but uncle says he must be buried. So one of the workmen digs a grave under the cherry tree, where he died--a deep grave, and they round it over with earth, and smooth the sods upon it-even now I can trace Tray's grave.
You and Bella together put up a little slab for a tombstone; and she hangs flowers upon it, and ties them there with a bit of ribbon. You can scarce play all that day; and afterward, many weeks later, when you are rambling over the fields, or lingering by the brook, throwing off sticks into the eddies, you think of old Tray's shaggy coat, and of his big paw, and of his honest eye; and the memory of your boyish grief comes upon you; and you say with tears, “Poor Tray!" And Bella too, in her sad sweet tones, says—“Poor old Tray—he is dead!”
THE BUGLE SONG
By ALFRED TENNYSON
1 And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O hark, O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river: Or echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
FROM THE IMITATION OF
By Thomas à KEMPIS
OF FOLLOWING CHRIST AND DESPISING ALL WORLDLY
VANITIES UR Lord saith: he that followeth me walketh not in darkness.
These are the words of Christ in the which we are admonished to follow
his life and his manners if we would Lo be truly enlightened and be delivered
from all manner of blindness of heart. Wherefore let our chief study be upon the life of Jesus Christ.
Sublime words make not a man holy and righteous, but it is a virtuous life that maketh him dear to God.
I desire rather to know compunction than its definition. If thou knewest all the sayings of all the philosophers, what should that avail thee without charity and grace?
All other things in the world, save only to love God and serve him, are vanity of vanities and all vanity.
And it is vanity also to desire honour and for a man to lift himself on high.
And it is vanity to follow the desires of the flesh and to desire the thing for which man must afterward grievously be punished.
And it is vanity to desire a long life and to take no care to live a good life.
And it is vanity for a man to take heed only to this present life and not to see before those things that are to come.
Study therefore to withdraw. thy heart from love of things visible and turn thee to things invisible.
For they that follow their senses stain their consciences and lose the grace of God.
OF A HUMBLE OPINION OF OURSELVES Every man naturally desireth knowledge; but knowledge without love and fear of God, what availeth it?
Certainly the meek plow-man that serveth God is much better than the proud philosopher that, taking no heed of his own living, studies the course of the stars.
He that knoweth himself well is lowly in his own sight and hath no delight in man's praises.
If I knew all things that are in the world and had not charity, what should that help me before God who shall judge me according to my deeds?
Unwise is he that more attendeth to other things than to the health of his soul.
Many words fill not the soul; but a good life refresheth the mind and a pure conscience giveth a great confidence in God.
The more thou canst do and the better that thou canst do, the more grievously thou shalt be judged unless thou live holily.
Think not highly of thyself but rather acknowledge thine ignorance.
If thou wilt learn and know anything profitably, love to be unknown and to be accounted as of little worth.
OF THE TEACHING OF TRUTH Blissful is he whom truth itself teacheth, not by figures or voices, but as it is.
What availeth great searching of dark and hidden things for the which we shall not be blamed in the judgment though we know them not?
He to whom the Word Everlasting speaketh is delivered from a multitude of opinions. Of one Word came all things, and all things speak one word; that is the Beginning that speaketh to us. No man without the Word understandeth or judgeth righteously.
He to whom all things are one and who draweth all things to one and seeth all things in one may be quiet in heart and peaceably abide in God.
O God of truth, make me one with thee in everlasting love!
Ofttimes it wearieth me to hear and read many things; in thee Lord is all that I wish and can desire.
Let all teachers hold their peace and all manner of creatures keep their silence in thy sight: Speak thou alone to me!
Who hath a stronger battle than he that useth force to overcome himself? This should be our occupation, to overcome ourselves and every day to be stronger and somewhat holier.
Meek knowing of thyself is more acceptable to God than deep inquiry after knowledge.
Knowledge or bare and simple knowing of things is not to be blamed, the which, in itself considered,