Roses faint with sweetness, Lilies fair of face, Drowsy scents and murmurs Moonlight bright as day,Don't you think that summer's Pleasanter than May? Roger in the corn patch Whistling negro songs; Pussy by the hearth side Bursting through the rind; Red leaf and gold leaf Rustling down the wind; Mother "doin' peaches" All the afternoon,— Don't you think that autumn's Pleasanter than June? Little fairy snowflakes Dancing in the flue; Old Mr. Santa Claus, What is keeping you? Twilight and firelight, Shadows come and go; (Pussy's got the ball!)— Don't you think that winter's Directions for Reading.-Read the lesson with spirit, and avoid anything like singsong. Do not make the last word of each line emphatic, unless it is really an emphatic word. Language Lesson.-Syllabify, accent, and mark sounds of letters in the following words: Marjorie's, chestnuts, peaches, afternoon. What part of the year is described in each stanza? What two words can be used for each of the following: time's, summer's. LESSON XIII. eŏlo ny, a number of people | warrior, a soldier; one who "When Mary and I were little girls, father moved away from our pleasant home on the bank of the Delaware River, and came to this part of the country. There were five of us: father, mother, Mary, our dear nurse Lizzie, and I. 66 'Lizzie was a colored woman who had lived with us a long time. She was very handsome, and straight as an arrow. was a few years older than mother. 66 She Grandfather Thorpe, your great-grandfather, boys, gave her to mother when she was married. Your grandfather was a miller. The old mill that I went to see to-day, was his. It was the first mill built in this part of Pennsylvania. "O, this was a beautiful a beautiful country! my eyes never were tired of looking out over these mountains and valleys. But I saw that mother's face was getting thinner and whiter every day; they said she was homesick, and before we had been in the colony a year, a grave was made under an elm tree close by, and that grave was mother's. "I thought my heart was broken then, but I soon forgot my sorrow: I still had father, sister Mary, and Lizzie, 66 In this part of Pennsylvania at that time there were very few white people, and besides our own, there was no other colony within ten miles. But our people being so near together, and well armed, felt quite safe. "Ten miles away on the Susquehanna, was a small village established by a colony from the north, which was used as a trading post. There the friendly Indians often came to trade. "Father went twice a year to this village to get supplies that came up the river. He often spoke of Red Feather, an old Indian warrior. Father liked Red Feather, and he learned to trust him almost as he would have trusted a white man. "Time passed on until I was thirteen years old, a tall, strong girl, and very brave for a girl. I could shoot almost as well as father. "Little Mary was very quiet and shy, not like me at all. I loved fishing, and often went out hunting with father, but she staid at home with Lizzie, or sat down under the trees by the spring, watching the shadow of the trees moving in it. "Our colony had by this time become quite prosperous. A good many of the settlers had built houses for themselves more like those they had left behind on the Delaware. "The spring that I was fourteen, father built this house. The mill had already been grinding away for two years. We were very happy when we moved out of our little log cabin into this pleasant house. "We had but little furniture, but we had plenty of room. Up to this time, there had not been much trouble with the Indians, and though we had often dreaded it, and lived in fear many days at a time, only four of our men had been killed by them. "We had trusted many of the friendly Indians, and Red Feather had frequently spent days at our settlement. He seemed to like the mill. "I became quite attached quite attached to the old man; but Mary was always afraid of him, and Lizzie kept her sharp eyes eyes on him whenever he came into the house. hated him, and he knew it. She |