I would relate my ghost story, and rouse the curiosity of my hearers, so that some of them would offer to stay at the cottage in hopes of seeing the spirit of the restless Tucker.

Cheered by this fancy, when my turn came I made a thrilling tale about Bezee Tucker and my night's adventure. After my hearers were worked up to a proper state of excitement, I paused for applause.

It came in a most unexpected form, however, for Mrs. Grant burst out laughing, and the two boys-Johnny and Joe-rolled about in convulsions of merriment.

Much displeased, I demanded the cause of their laughter, and then joined in the general shout when Mrs. Grant informed me that Bezee Tucker lived, died in, and haunted the tumble-down house at the other end of the lane, and not the cottage where I was staying.

"Then who or what made those mysterious noises?" I asked, relieved but rather displeased at the downfall of my romance.

"My brother Seth," replied Mrs. Grant, still laughing. "I thought you might be afraid to be there all alone, so he slipped

into the bedroom, and I forgot to tell you. He's a powerful snorer, and that's one of the awful sounds.

"The other. was the dripping of salt water; for you wanted some, and the girl got it in a leaky pail. Seth swept out the water when he left the cottage early in the morning."

I said nothing about having seen through the keyhole the harmless razor; but wishing to get some praise for my heroic encounter with the burglar, I mildly asked if it was the custom in York for men as well as turkeys to roost in trees.

Another burst of laughter from the boys did away with my last hope of glory. As soon as he could speak, Joe answered

"Johnny planned to be up early to pick the last cherries off that tree. I wanted to get ahead of him, and as I was going a-fishing, I went off quietly before daylight."

"Did you get the cherries?" I asked, bound to have some laugh on my side.

"Guess I didn't," grumbled Joe, rubbing his knees, while Johnny added

"He got a horrid scare and a right good

scraping, for he didn't know any one was down there. Couldn't go a-fishing, eitherhe was so lame-and I had the cherries after all. Served him right, didn't it?"

No answer was necessary. Mrs. Grant went off to repeat the tale in the kitchen, and the sounds of hearty laughter that I heard, assured me that Seth was enjoying the joke as well as the rest of us.

Language Lesson.-Let pupils make out an analysis for so much of the last three lessons as may be included under the subject"A Night at the Cottage."

Suggestion. The analysis of simple subjects, and their treatment, orally or in writing, are valuable exercises, and should be assigned to pupils as frequently as possible during the whole of their school life.

Over the chimney the night wind sang

And chanted a melody no one knew;

And the Woman stopped, as her babe she tossed,

And thought of the one she had long since lost;

And said, as her tear-drop back she forced, "I hate the wind in the chimney.”

Over the chimney the night wind sang

And chanted a melody no one knew;

And the Children said, as they closer drew, ""Tis some witch that is cleaving the black

night through

"Tis a fairy trumpet that just then blew, And we fear the wind in the chimney."

Over the chimney the night wind sang

And chanted a melody no one knew;

And the Man, as he sat on his hearth below, Said to himself, "It will surely snow,

And fuel is dear and wages low,

And I'll stop the leak in the chimney."

Over the chimney the night wind sang
And chanted a melody no one knew;
But the Poet listened and smiled, for he
Was Man, and Woman, and Child—all three,

And said, "It is God's own harmony,

This wind we hear in the chimney."

Directions for Reading.-The first two lines of each stanza may be read more slowly and with a fuller tone of voice than the rest of the stanza.

Notice that the words of special emphasis throughout the poem begin with capital letters.

Mark inflections in the last four lines of the first and last stanzas.

Next to the mighty elephant, the rhinoceros is the largest and strongest of animals. There are several species of the rhinoceros, some of which are found in Asia, and others in different parts of Africa.

In the latter country there are four varieties-the black rhinoceros, having a single horn; the black species having two horns; the long-horned white rhinoceros; and the common white species, which has a short, stubby horn.

The largest of the African species is the long-horned, white, or square-nosed rhinoceros. When full-grown, it sometimes measures eighteen feet in length, and about the same around the body. Its horn frequently reaches a length of thirty inches.