And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old churchyard in the valley, Ben Bolt, They have fitted a slab of granite so gray, Oh! don't you remember the wood, Ben Bolt, Where oft we have sung 'neath its wide-spreading shade, The mill has gone to decay, Ben Bolt, See the old rustic porch, with its roses so sweet, See the old rustic porch, with its roses so sweet, Oh! don't you remember the school, Ben Bolt, And the little nook by the clear running brook, And of all the friends who were schoolmates then, THE THREE FISHERS CHARLES KINGSLEY NOTE TO THE PUPIL. - Charles Kingsley, a popular English writer, was born at Devonshire in 1819, and died in 1875. His works for young people are "Water Babies," a fairy tale, "Glaucus, or the Wonders of the Shore," and "Greek Fairy Tales." You would enjoy "Westward Ho" now, and will do well to read it. His best novel is probably "Hypatia." He was greatly interested in the trials and hardships of working classes in large towns, and showed this feeling in "Alton Locke " and "Yeast." HREE fishers went sailing out into the west TH Out into the west as the sun went down ; Each thought of the woman who loved him the best, Though the harbor bar be moaning. Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, And trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; They looked at the squall, and they looked at the shower, Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down, And good-by the bar and its moaning. EYES AND NO EYES CHARLES KINGSLEY VERYTHING which helps a boy's power of obser vation helps his power of learning; and I know from experience that nothing helps one's power of observation so much as the study of the world about us, and especially the study of natural history. To be accustomed to watch for curious objects, to know in a moment when you have come upon anything new, and to be quick at seeing when things are like and when unlike, this makes one a skillful observer. And this must, and I well know does, help to make a boy observant, shrewd, and accurate in the common affairs of life. When we were little and good, a long time ago, we used to have a jolly old book, called "Evenings at Home," in which was a great story, called "Eyes and No Eyes," and that story was of more use to me than any dozen other stories I ever read. A regular old-fashioned story it is, but a right good one, and thus it begins: 66 'Well, Robert, where have you been walking this afternoon?" said Mr. Andrews to one of his pupils, at the close of a holiday. Oh, Robert had been to Broom Heath, and round to Campmount, and home through the meadows. But it was very dull; he saw hardly a single person. He had rather have gone by the turnpike road. "But where is William?" Oh, William started with him, but he was so tedious always stopping to look at this thing and that— that Robert would rather walk alone, and so went on. Presently in comes Master William, dressed, no doubt, as we wretched boys used to be forty years ago, — with frill collar, and a tight, skeleton monkey jacket, and tight trousers buttoned over it, and a pair of low shoes which always came off if you stepped into heavy ground. Terribly dirty and wet he is; but he never had such a pleasant walk in his life, and he has brought home a handkerchief full of curiosities. He has got a piece of mistletoe, and wants to know what it is; he has seen a woodpecker and a wheat-ear, and gathered strange flowers off the heath; and hunted a pewit, because he thought its wing was broken, till, of course, it led him into a bog; but he did not mind, for in the bog he fell in with an old man cutting turf, who told him all about turf cutting. Then he went up a hill, and saw a grand prospect; and because the place was called Campmount, he looked for a Roman camp, and found the ruins of one. Then he went on, and saw twenty more things; and so on, till he had brought home curiosities and thoughts enough to last him a week. Mr. Andrews, who seems a sensible old gentleman, tells him all about his curiosities; and then it turns out that Master William has been over exactly the same ground as Master Robert, who saw nothing at all. Whereon, says Mr. Andrews, wisely enough, in his solemn, old-fashioned way: "So it is. One man walks through the world with his eyes open, and another with them shut; and upon this depends all the superiority of knowledge which one acquires over the other. I have known sailors who had been in all quarters of the world, and could tell you nothing but the signs of the tippling houses, and the price and quality of the liquor. On the other hand, Franklin could not cross the Channel without making observations useful to mankind. "While many a thoughtless person is whirled through Europe without gaining a single idea worth crossing the street for, the observing eye and inquiring mind find matter of improvement and delight in every ramble. Do you, then, William, continue to make use of your eyes, and you, Robert, learn that eyes were given you to use." And when I read that story as a little boy, I said to myself, "I will be Mr. Eyes, I will not be Mr. No Eyes;" and Mr. Eyes I have tried to be ever since; and Mr. Eyes I advise you to be if you wish to be happy and successful. TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS THOMAS HUGHES NOTE TO THE PUPIL.- Thomas Hughes was born in England in 1823 and died in 1896. His "Tom Brown at Rugby" and "Tom Brown at Oxford" made him immensely popular. Aside from these books, he wrote a great deal, largely in favor of a form of socialism. Among his most popular books, beside those already mentioned, are "Our Old Church - What Shall We Do With It," and "Rugby," an account of a coöperative colony, attempted in this country, in Tennessee. He also wrote "The Manliness of Christ," a strong and very original work. The following extracts from "Tom Brown's School Days," though very far from giving you a complete story, will give |