Where in mist the rock is hiding,
And the sharp reef lurks below,
And the white squall smites in summer,
And the autumn tempests blow;

Where, through gray and rolling vapor,
From evening unto morn,

A thousand boats are hailing,
Horn answering unto horn.

Hurrah! for the Red Island,

With the white cross on its crown! Hurrah! for Meccatina,

And its mountains bare and brown! Where the caribou's tall antlers

O'er the dwarf wood freely toss, And the footsteps of the Mickmack Have no sound upon the moss.

There we'll drop our lines, and gather
Old ocean's treasures in,
Where'er the mottled mackerel
Turns up a steel-dark fin.
The sea's our field of harvest,
Its scaly tribes our grain;

We'll reap the teeming waters

As at home they reap the plain.

Though the mist upon our jackets
In the bitter air congeals,

And our lines wind stiff and slowly
From off the frozen reels;

Though the fog be dark around us,
And the storm blow high and loud,
We will whistle down the wild wind,
And laugh beneath the cloud!

Hurrah!-hurrah!-the west wind
Comes freshening down the bay,
The rising sails are filling-
Give way, my lads, give way!
Leave the coward landsman clinging
To the dull earth like a weed-
The stars of heaven shall guide us,

The breath of heaven shall speed!

Directions for Reading.-Let some pupil in the class state in what manner the lesson should be read.

As verb forms do not always determine the time of an action, we must call an action past, present, or future, in accordance with the meaning indicated by the verb.

There is no part of farming that a boy enjoys more than the making of maple sugar; it is better than "blackberrying,” and nearly as good as fishing.

And one reason he likes this work is that somebody else does the most of it. It is a sort of work in which he can appear to be very active, and yet not do much.

In my day maple-sugar making used to be something between picnicking and being shipwrecked on a fertile island, where one should save from the wreck, tubs and augers, and great kettles and pork, and hen's eggs and rye-and-indian bread, and begin at once to lead the sweetest life in the world.

I am told that it is something different nowadays, and that there is more desire to save the sap, and make good, pure sugar, and sell it for a large price.

I am told that it is the custom to carefully collect the sap and bring it to the house, where there are built brick arches, over which it is evaporated in shallow pans, and that pains are taken to keep the leaves, sticks, ashes and coals out of it, and that the sugar is clarified.

In short, that it is a money-making business, in which there is very little fun, and that the boy is not allowed to dip his paddle into the kettle of boiling sugar and lick off the delicious syrup.

As I remember, the country boy used to be on the lookout in the spring for the sap to begin running. I think he discovered it as soon as anybody.

Perhaps he knew it by a feeling of something starting in his own veins-a sort of spring stir in his legs and arms, which tempted him to stand on his head, or throw a handspring, if he could find a spot of ground from which the snow had melted.

The sap stirs early in the legs of a coun

try boy, and shows itself in uneasiness in the toes, which get tired of boots, and want to come out and touch the soil just as soon as the sun has warmed it a little.

The country boy goes barefoot just as naturally as the trees burst their buds, which were packed and varnished over in the fall to keep the water and the frost out.

Perhaps the boy has been out digging into the maple trees with his jackknife; at any rate, he is pretty sure to announce the discovery as he comes running into the house in a state of great excitement, with "Sap's runnin'!"

And then, indeed, the stir and excitement begin. The sap buckets, which have been stored in the woodhouse, are brought down and set out on the south side of the house and scalded.

The snow is still a foot or more deep in the woods, and the ox sled is got out to make a road to the sugar camp. The boy is everywhere present, superintending everything, asking questions, and filled with a desire to help the excitement.

It is a great day when the cart is loaded