a young sandpiper, a most beautif in a soft gray down, swift and nin week or two old, but with no sig of body or wing. And it needed me by taking to the water as read with wings.

5. Hark! there arises over ther persuasive cooing, a sound so subtle trusive, that it requires the most a to hear it. How gentle, and solicit ing love! It is the voice of the mo 6. Presently a faint, timid "Y eludes the ear, is heard in vari young responding. As no danger ing of the parent bird is soon a call, and the young move cautiou Let me step never so carefully f and all sounds instantly cease, and either parent or young.

7. The partridge is one of our n acteristic birds. The woods seem find him. He gives a habitable a one feels as if the rightful occupan The woods where I do not find him thing, as if suffering from some neg then he is such a splendid success, s I think he enjoys the cold and th seem to rustle with more fervency

8. If the snow falls very fast, a storm, he will complacently sit dov to be snowed under. When you a times, he suddenly bursts out of th

-ing the flakes in all directions, and goes humming through the woods like a bombshell, — a picture ive spirit and success.

ng (thrěd′-), passing through | com-pla'cent-ly, as if pleased.

Ow way.

u'sive (-troo'siv), modest.

-ous, full of care.

bomb'shell (bum'-), a hollow iron

ball, which bursts after being fired from a mortar.

and pronounce: enveloped, persuasive, raspberry, subtle, deat, partridges, plumage (-ej).

in: never so carefully (6), (so carefully as never before). "Never" er" are thus used to intensify the meaning.

out similes in paragraphs 2 and 8. See page 431, I.

III. - CHILDREN'S PRATTLE.

ANDERSEN.

CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, a celebrated Danish writer, was born in died in 1875. His parents were in humble circumstances, and it was for him to get an education. In "The Story of My Life," he pleasks about his early struggles. But he found good friends to help him was able to complete his studies at the royal college of Copenhagen. rote novels, poems, dramas, and travels, but the best known of all gs are his wonder stories and fairy tales. They have been read ght by children, and grown people too, in most, if not all, modern

3.

AT a rich merchant's house there was a children's and the children of rich people and the children t people were there. The merchant was a learned for his father had sent him to college, and he had his examination. His father had been a cattleand always honest and industrious, so that he ade money, and his son, the merchant, had man› increase his store

scriptions of people visited at th some who had "birth" as it is ca had "mind," and some who had had neither.

3. But to-day it was a childre was children's prattle, which alwa from the heart. Among the young tiful little girl, who was extremely been taught her by the servants, an who were far too sensible people.

4. Her father was Groom of the high office at court, and she knew the court," she said;-now she mi been a child of the cellar, for no on

and then she told the other c well-born, and said that no one w could rise in the world. It was o be industrious, for if a person had never achieve anything.

W

5. "And those whose names end "can never be anything at all. akimbo, and make the elbows qu keep these 'sen' people at a great then she stuck out her pretty little elbows quite pointed, to show how and her little arms were very p sweet-looking child.

6. But the little daughter of t very angry at this speech, for he Madsen, and she knew that the na and therefore she said, as proudly

papa can buy a hundred dollars' worth of bonbons, give them away. Can your papa afford to do that?" "Ah, but my papa," said the little daughter of an r and writer, my papa can put your papa and papa, and everybody's papa, into the newspaper! k of that! All sorts of people are afraid of him, mamma says, for he can do as he likes with the -" And the little maiden lcoked exceedingly , as if she were a real princess, who may be exd to look proud.

Meanwhile outside the door, which stood ajar, was r boy, peeping in through the chink. He was of a lowly station that he had not been allowed even ter the room. He had been turning the spit for the and she had given him permission to stand behind Dor and peep in at the beautifully dressed children, were having such a merry time within; and for that was a great deal.

“Oh, if I could be one of them!" thought he, and he heard what was said about names, which was enough to make him more unhappy. His parents at had not even a penny to spare to buy a newspaper, less could they write in one; and worst of all, his 's name, and of course his own, ended in "sen," herefore he could never turn out well. That was deed! And then this "birth,” - what could it ? Had he not been born like everybody else? this is what happened on that evening.

Many years passed, and most of the children begrown-up persons. There stood a splendid house town, filled with all kinds of valuable and beautirniture and works of art. Everybody wished to