took his seat, and arranged his books, and then the clock struck, and it was school-time. 8. But the three boys whom John had left at the turn'stile did not ap-pear. An hour passed, and still they were absent. The teacher in-quired if any one had seen them. 9. John said he had left them at the turn'stile, only five minutes before school-time. While he was yet speaking, Edward Marston came in, looking very sad. 10. "What is the matter, Edward?" asked the teacher; and Edward had then to relate that, as he and Charles were going round on the turn'stile, Charles threw up his arms, lost his balance, and fell back, and struck his head against a pointed post. 11. Charles was hurt so badly that he had to stay away from school a whole week. John Brace was sorry for the ac'ci-dent; but he thought to himself, "I am very glad I did not loi'ter behind and play on the turn'stile. I mean always to try and be at school in good season." 2. Once or twice though you should fail, If you would at last prevail, If we strive, 't is no disgrace, 3. If you find your task is hard, Time will bring you your reward All that other folks can do, Why, with patience, may not you? HICKSON. LXI. HOW TO BE LOVED. 1. WHEN the good Doc'tor Dod'dridge asked his daugh'ter, then a-bout six years old, what made everybody love her, she re-plied, "I do not know, in-deed, fath'er, un-less it be be-cause I love every-body.” That was, in truth, the se'cret; and I hope my young friends will prac ́tise on it. 2. They must try to love and do good to one another. They must be kind, for-giving, and free from en'vy; ready to o-blige, gen'er-ous, and po-lite. Be sure that the best way of making our-selves happy is to try to make others happy. The best way to gain love is to give love. (60, 162, 213, 220, 257, 295, 305, 316, 325.) 1. My name is Edward Lee. Some of the boys at school call me Ned; but I do not like nick'names; and so, if you should ever make my ac-quaintance, I wish you would call me by my right name, Edward. 2. I have been reading Laura Manners's story of her visit to her grandmother. I think I can tell as good a story of my visit to mine. * See page 42. 3. A dear, good grandmother she is. It was on the Fourth of Ju-ly that I went to see her. I took the railroad cars at six o'clock in the morning, and reached grandmother's house in time for breakfast. 4. I came with my trunk, pre-pared for a pretty long visit. Very glad was grandmother to see me. She kissed me, and would not let me un-pack my trunk till I had answered all her questions. 5. There is a picture of us at the be-gin'ning of this story. I am sitting on my trunk (a first-rate trunk it is, all fastened with brass nails), and grandmother is holding my hand. 6. The girl you see in the picture is Emma Bradford, an orphan, whom grandmother has taken to bring up. The likenesses are all good, though some folks say I am made to look too old. Does n't grandmother look clever and kind? 7. Well; we had rasp'ber-ries and cream for breakCas; such big raspberries! and such rich cream! Per-haps I didn't take but one plate'ful; perhaps I took more. I shall not tell you how it was. 8. "Well, Edward," said grandmother, after I had fin'ished breakfast, "I have sent for John Winter, my neighbor's son, to go round with you and show you all that there is to be seen." 9. While she was speaking, John came in. I shook hands with him; then I kissed grandmother's hand, and både her good-by, and John Winter and I went forth, and tried which would be first at the barn, after a fair start in running. If you will not menon it, I will tell you who beat: it was John. 10. There was an old white horse in the barn. His haine was Rex. John told me that Rex is a Latin word, and means king; and he spoke to the old herse as your maj'es-ty," which is the way they speak to Aings. 11. John led old Rex out by the halter, and sadled and bridled him, while I held "his maj'es-ty" by Then John helped me into the saddle, and the nose. I rode into the field. lesson what happened. But I will tell you in the next LXIII. -THE STORY OF EDWARD LEE. PART II. 1. I FOUND it hard to manage Rex. He would plunge his head down into the grass, and almost pull me over. John gave me a whip, and told me to lay it on to his royal hide, and spare not. 2. This I did, and Rex started so sudden-ly, that he threw me, and I fell off from his back into a heap of weeds that had been cut for the pigs. I was not at all hurt, and Rex trotted back into the barn and took his place in the stall. 3. John laughed, and asked me if I would like to cimb a cherry-tree. I thought I should like nothing better. He led the way, and we were soon seated on a bough, where the cherries hung ripe and plen ́tiful. But the bough broke, and down we came to the ground. 4. I was un-hurt, but John said he had sprained his ankle. He hopped about in a curi-ous manner |