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small day schools. After this he went to a bigger school at Grantham, called the Grammar School.

He seemed a very dull boy at this school; and thought more about making little windmills, sundials, and water clocks, than about his books. One of the big boys in the school was rude to him, and cruel, and kicked him. This big boy was above him in his class, and did not, as you may think, show a very good spirit. The kick, which was in the stomach, gave Isaac great pain; and while he was at home getting better from it, he thought of his idleness at school, and made up his mind to be more diligent. When he got better he worked away at his lessons, and soon came to be not only the first boy in his own class, but the first boy in the whole school.

Then he was taken on the farm at Woolsthorpe to help; but his heart was in something else. He was always stopping on market-days to look at waterwheels, or some other things like them. So his mother sent him back to school at Grantham; and after this he went to College at Cambridge.

I cannot tell you all the wonderful things he did there. But he soon became a very learned man, and wrote books on many hard subjects. He was the man who found out that great law of gravitation, that

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bound to star, and globe It is said that he first

is, that law by which star is to globe, and sun to sun. thought of it as he sat in his orchard and saw an apple fall on the ground from a tree.

One of the few good things that that bad King Charles the Second did was to allow Isaac Newton to stay in Trinity College, Cambridge, without going through the usual forms, and thus leaving him both time and means to carry on his great works.

Isaac Newton was a modest man, as all men are who are wise. Although he knew so much, he knew that there was very much that he did not know; and shortly before his death he said, "I know not how I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me!" Was not that a wise saying, and also very modest?

I hope when you grow up to be men and women that you will be as modest as he was, if you are not as wise. He was a good man, and loved to see God in all His works. He lived to be a very old man. He died full of years, and riches, and honours. He had lived more than fourscore years and four.

HOW BETTY WAS LOST AND FOUND.

HOW BETTY WAS LOST AND FOUND.

BETTY FLETCHER lived on a farm in A-. It was before the land was much cleared. Farmer Fletcher's farm was on the edge of the woods, and there was a little path through the forest to grandma Fletcher's. Instead of going a long way round the road, the family often went and came by this path in the woods. It was cool and shady in summer, and the squirrels and birds made it lively and pleasant.

One summer's morning, little Betty Fletcher was sent to carry some skeins of yarn to her grandmother. She was to spend the day there, and see the new chickens. At night father was to go and fetch her home on horseback. She put on her cape-bonnet, kissed mother and baby brother in the cradle, and set off. Mother was making butter, and watched her darling Betty out of the dairy window until the little child was lost sight of in the woods.

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Father," said mother, after milking, "now go for Betty." The afternoon sun was making long shadows on the road when Mr. Fletcher jumped upon Whiteface, and rode away. Mother strained her milk, put the pans on the shelf, and sat down in the door, to

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catch the first sound of Whiteface's hoofs bringing home her little daughter.

After a while, she heard the old horse coming on the gallop. Looking up, she saw her husband, but no Betty. Before she had time to ask, "Betty is not there," said the farmer, riding up, and looking very pale," nor has grandmother seen her all day."

"Betty is lost," cried her mother; "my child is lost!" They ran to the woods and called. Nothing but echo answered. Father hurried over the path, shouting, "Betty, Betty!" but no Betty answered. It was now quite dark.

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Mr. Fletcher went to the neighbours. "My Betty is lost in the woods," he cried; come, help me find her." Men, women, children, and dogs, all turned out. The women went to comfort the poor mother, who was in great distress. "My child is torn to pieces by wolves," she cried; "something dreadful has happened to her. My Betty is lost, my Betty is lost!" It was little the neighbours could do but weep with her.

The men with torches and horses scoured the woods. One and another came back with no tidings of the lost child, then started back on a fresh scout. It was a long and gloomy night to the poor Fletchers and

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their kind neighbours. The sun streaked the eastern sky with morning light, and still no news of the lost little one. The sun arose.

It was just at sunrise that three short quick blasts of a distant horn were heard.

mother, listening; "hark!""

"Hark," cried the

"Found, found!" cried a neighbour, clasping her hands. "That's the signal for finding her which the men agreed on." 66 Found, found!" cried a man at the well. "Can it be?"

Yes, the lost one is found. A man on the search spied little footprints on some wet moss; following on, he found a skein of yarn. Here is a clue to her, he thought, carefully and eagerly looking round; and a little further on he caught sight of Betty fast asleep on the soft brown leaves, beside an old tree which fell long ago. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

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Betty, Betty Fletcher," cried the man, catching her up in his strong arms. The poor child opened her eyes with a frightened and bewildered look. "Did God tell you?" asked Betty, in a little weak voice, as soon as she could speak.

"Tell me what, Betty dear?" said the man, almost choked with joy. "You are all in a tremble." "I prayed God to take care of me, and tell my