“When I talked with him, I noticed that his hair was carefully brushed, his clothes clean, and his teeth white; showing that he was neat and cleanly. When he wrote his name, I observed that his finger nails were clean, instead of being dark from the dirt tucked up under them, like those of the handsome little fellow in the beautiful gray suit.

"Don't you call these letters of recommendation? I do; and what I can learn about a boy by using my eyes for ten minutes, is worth more than all the fine letters of recommendation he can bring me."

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LESSON XVII.

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TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE.

There are just two kinds of people on earth today;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.

Not the sinner and saint, for, 'tis well understood
The good are half bad, and the bad are half good.

Not the rich and the poor, for to count a man's wealth You must first know the state of his conscience and health.

Not the humble and proud, for in life's little span
Who puts on fine airs is not counted a man.

Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years
Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.

No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean
Are the people who lift and the people who lean.
Wherever you go you will find the world's masses.
Are always divided in just these two classes.

And oddly enough, you will find, too, I ween,
There is only one lifter to twenty who lean.

In which class are you? Are you easing the load
Of overtaxed lifters who toil down the road?

Or are you a leaner, who lets others bear

Your portion of labor and worry and care?

LITTLE BROWN HANDS.

They drive home the cows from the pasture,
Up through the long, shady lane,

Where the quail whistles loud in the wheatfields
That are yellow with ripening grain.

They find, in the thick waving grasses,
Where the scarlet-lipped strawberry grows;
They gather the earliest snow-drops,
And the first crimson buds of the rose

They know where the apples hang ripest,
And are sweeter than Italy's wines;

They know where the fruit hangs the thickest
On the long, thorny blackberry vines.

They gather the delicate seaweeds,
And build tiny castles of sand;
They pick up the beautiful seashells,
Fairy barks that have drifted to land;
They wave from the tall, rocking treetops,
Where the oriole's hammock nest swings;
And at night time are folded in slumber
By a song that a fond mother sings.

Those who toil bravely are strongest;
The humble and poor become great;
And so, from these brown-handed children
Shall grow mighty rulers of state.
The pen of the author and statesman,
The noble and wise of the land,

The sword, and the chisel, and palette
Shall be held in the little brown hand.

-MARY H. KROUT.

THE HOUSE IN WHICH WE LIVE.

This wonderful body of ours is the house in which we live. Knowledge of the outside world comes to us through our eyes, ears, sense of smell, taste and touch.

This house or body of ours is made up of two principal parts, the head and trunk. To the trunk are attached the arms and legs. The trunk is like a house with two rooms; in the upper room are the heart and lungs, and in the lower room are the stomach, liver and intestines. These two rooms are separated by a large muscle called the diaphragm.

Our body consists of a bony skeleton covered with muscles and fat. In these muscles are bloodvessels through which the blood flows to carry nourishment to