He goes on Sunday to the church,
And sits among his boys;

He hears the parson pray and preach;
He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir,

And it makes his heart rejoice.

It sounds to him like her mother's voice,
Singing in Paradise!

He needs must think of her once more,
How in the grave she lies;

And with his hard, rough hand he wipes
A tear out of his eyes.

Toiling, rejoicing, sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task begin,
Each evening sees it close:
Something attempted, something done,

Has earned a night's repose.

Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life

Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought.

-HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

"I'll make a terrible scarecrow grim,

With threatening arms and bristling head,

And up in the tree I'll fasten him

To frighten them half to death," he said.

He fashioned a scarecrow tattered and torn-
Oh, 'twas a horrible thing to see!
And very early, one summer morn,
He set it up in his cherry tree.

The blossoms were white as the light sea-foam,
The beautiful tree was a lovely sight,
But the scarecrow stood there so much at home
All the birds flew screaming away in fright.

The robins, who watched him every day,
Heads held aslant, keen eyes so bright,
Surveying the monster, began to say,

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Why should this creature our prospects blight?

"He never moves round for the roughest weather, He's a harmless, comical, tough old fellow;

Let's all go into the tree together,

For he won't budge till the fruit is mellow!"

So up they flew; and the sauciest pair

'Mid the shady branches peered and perked, Selected a spot with the utmost care, And all day merrily sang and worked.

And where do you think they built their nest?
In the scarecrow's pocket, if you please,
That, half-concealed on his ragged breast,
Made a charming covert of safety and ease!

By the time the cherries were ruby-red,
A thriving family, hungry and brisk,
The whole long day on the ripe fruit fed;

'Twas so convenient! They ran no risk!

Until the children were ready to fly,

All undisturbed they lived in the tree;
For nobody thought to look at the Guy
For a robin's flourishing family!

One day about noon, going towards my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand.

I stood like one thunderstruck, or as if I had seen an apparition. I listened, I looked around me; I could not hear anything nor see anything. I went up to the higher ground to look farther. I went up the shore and down

the shore; but I could see no other impression but that

one.

I went again to see if there were any more, and to observe if it might not be my fancy. But there was no room for that, for there was exactly the very print of a foot,-toes, heel and every part of a foot. How it came thither I knew not, nor could I in the least imagine.

But after innumerable fluttering thoughts, like a man perfectly confused, and out of his mind, I came home to my fortification not feeling, as we say, the ground I

ROBINSON CRUSOE.