High and low The summer winds blow! They dance and play with the garden flowers, And bend the grasses and yellow grain; They rock the bird in her hanging nest, And dash the rain on the windowpane. High and low The autumn winds blow! They frighten the bees and blossoms away, And whirl the dry leaves over the ground; They shake the branches of all the trees, And scatter ripe nuts and apples around. High and low The winter winds blow! They fill the hollows with drifts of snow, And sweep on the hills a pathway clear; They hurry the children along to school, And whistle a song for the happy New Year. LANGUAGE LESSON.-Let pupils write five statements, using in each, one of the following words: pretty, round, square, short, long. MAXIM FOR MEMORIZING. "Beautiful hands are they that do Deeds that are noble, good, and true." THE BOY AND THE CHIPMUNK. One day when I was coming from the fields, I saw a small, striped squirrel on the fence. I had been told some things about these little animals-that they would pop their heads out of their hiding places at the slightest noise, and that one might come quite near quite near them by gently tapping on a fence or a wall with a stone. Here was a good chance to try it. I picked up two small stones, and then very carefully walked toward the squirrel, who seemed to be waiting to see what I would do. When I had taken a few steps he darted down into the wall with a chirp, as if to say, "No, you can't catch me." I took two or three steps more to ward the place where he had been sitting, three minutes, and then began to tap the stones together very gently. In a short time, up came the little head out of the wall. I stopped tapping, and very carefully took a step or two more toward the little fellow, as before. I had now got within six feet of him, when down he went again into the wall and out of sight. one After a while I took one of the stones and gave three or four gentle taps upon the wall. No reply. In a moment or two I repeated the noise. Presently I heard a scratching in the wall, and soon the little head came up not two feet from me. I wanted to scream with delight, but I did not dare to move. There we were the squirrel and myself-looking into each other's faces for at least half a minute. Once he gave a single chirp, and braced his feet firmly on the rock, as if ready to jump back into his hole if I came any nearer. But I kept very still, and, after another long stare, the squirrel picked up the corn I had put down, gave another chirp, and ran into the wall. Of course I was delighted. The next |