Up leaps the dog: "Get down, you pup!
Are you so glad you would eat me up?"
The old cow lows at the gate to greet him;
The horses prick up their ears, to meet him.
"Well, well, old Bay!

2. "You haven't a rib," says Farmer John; "The cattle are looking round and sleek; The colt is going to be a roan,

And a beauty, too; how he has grown!

We'll wean the calf in a week."
Says Farmer John, "When I've been off,
To call you again about the trough,
And water you and pet you while

you drink, Is a greater comfort than you can think!" And he pats old Bay,

And he slaps old Gray;

"Ah! this is the comfort of going away.

3. "For, after all," says Farmer John,

"The best of a journey is getting home:
I've seen great sights, but I would not give
This spot, and the peaceful life I live,
For all their Paris and Rome;
These hills for the city's stifled air,
And big hotels and bustle and glare;

Land all houses and roads all stones,

That deafen your ears and batter your bones!
Would you, old Bay?

Would you, old Gray?

That's what one gets by going away.

4. "There Money is king," says Farmer John, "And Fashion is queen; and it's mighty

queer

To see how sometimes, while the man
Is raking and scraping all he can,

The wife spends, every year,

Enough, you would think, for a score of

wives,

To keep them in luxury all their lives!
The town is a perfect Babylon

To a quiet chap," says Farmer John.
"You see, old Bay,

You see, old Gray,

I'm wiser than when I went away.

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5. "I've found out this," says Farmer John,
That happiness is not bought and sold,
And clutched in a life of waste and hurry,
In nights of pleasure and days of worry,
And wealth isn't all in gold,

Mortgage and stocks, and ten per cent.,
But in simple ways and sweet content,
Few wants, pure hopes, and noble ends,
Some land to till, and a few good friends,
Like you, old Bay,

And you, old Gray,

That's what I've learned by going away."

6. And a happy man is Farmer John,—
Oh, a rich and happy man is he!
He sees the peas and pumpkins growing,
The corn in tassel, the buckwheat blowing,
And fruit on vine and tree;

The large kind oxen look their thanks

As he rubs their foreheads and strokes their

flanks;

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The doves light round him, and strut and coo;
Says Farmer John, "I'll take you, too,—
And you, old Bay,

And

you, old Gray,

Next time I travel so far away."

J. T. TROWBRIDGE.

Analysis. Where is Paris? Where is Rome? What is meant by "stifled air"? What is meant by "Money is king"? By "Fashion is queen"? What is meant by "the buckwheat blowing"? How is "foreheads" pronounced?

Memory Gems from Milton

Good, the more

Communicated, more abundant grows.

Virtue could see to do what Virtue would
By her own radiant light, though sun and moon
Were in the flat sea sunk.

Peace hath her victories

No less renowned than war.

Give me liberty to know, to think, to believe, and to utter freely, according to conscience, above all other liberties.

To know

That which before us lies in daily life,

Is the prime wisdom.

Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part;

Do thou but thine.

There is no Christian duty that is not to be seasoned and set off with cheerfulness.

10. Our Snow Man.

1. A. COLD-HEARTED fellow he is, yet he warmed us up nicely in the good fun we had in building him. As we look at him in the morning, after he has been standing out in the cold, ever so calmly, all night, the very thought of how rosy our cheeks got when we put him together makes us warm. 2. He is only four days old, but he is a healthylooking fellow for his age, and can stand a good Most folks of his Most folks of his age, left out February night, would be found frozen stiff and cold in the morning.

deal of exposure.

of doors on a cold

rosy, juicy peaches.

3. He is stiff enough, and cold enough, but his constitution is specially adapted for exposure, and so he is none the worse for it. That beautiful hat on his head is a peach basket, with a green wreath round it for a brim. Last August it was full of They are not in season now, but the basket is in season all the year round. 4. Our snow man has a black eye; two of them indeed, for we got his eyeballs out of the coal cellar. His nose has a large beef bone inside of it, to keep it on his face. Some people have no bone in their noses at all. His mouth is well furnished with teeth. We made them of bones, and they give him a very pleasant expression.

5. The broom which he holds over his shoulder is more for ornament than for use. A new broom is said to sweep clean. But this broom is old; the