her sickness and death which prevented me from coming here before." 11. What is your name?" inquired Mr. Harris. "Edward Delong." "Have you a father living' ?" "No, sir. My father died when I was an infant." 12. "Where do you reside ?" "In the town of Linwood, about fifty miles from this city." "Well, my boy, what are the books which were forgotten?" "Tacitus and a Latin Dictionary." 13. "Let me see the bill. Ha! signed by A. C. Morley. I will see to that. Here, Mr. Morley!" called Mr. Harris; but the clerk was busily engaged in waiting on a customer at the opposite side of the store, bowing, and smiling in the most attentive manner. 14. "Edward," continued Mr. Harris, "I am not going to reward you for what you have done; but I wish to manifest my approbation of your conduct in such a manner, as to make you remember the wise and excellent precepts of your departed mother. Select from my store any ten books you choose, which, in addition to the two you had before, shall be a present to you; and henceforth, as now, my boy, remember and not 'despise the day of small things.' If ever you need a friend, call on me, and I will assist you." 15. The grateful boy thanked his kind benefactor, and, with tears in his eyes, bowed and left the store. Edward Delong wished for knowledge, and, though the scanty means left him by his mother, could hardly satisfy his desire, by diligence and economy he had advanced far beyond most boys of his age. By working nights and mornings for a neighbor, he had amassed, what seemed to him, a large sum of money, and this was expended in books. 16. Edward's home was now with a man who regarded money as the chief end and aim of life, and severe and constant physical labor as the only means of obtaining that end. For two years Edward struggled with his hopeless condition, toiling early and late to obtain a livelihood. 17. Edward now resolved to go to the city, to seek some employment, better adapted to promote his education. He entered the same store where he purchased the books, and inquired for Mr. Harris. "He is engaged." replied the polite clerk. wait a moment, he will be at liberty." “If you will 18. "Did you wish to see me?" asked Mr. Harris of the boy, whose thoughts were so intense that he had not noticed the approach of his friend. "Mr. Harris!" exclaimed Edward, and it was all he could say. For the remembrance of past favors bestowed on him by his kind benefactor, so filled his heart with gratitude, that further utterance was denied. My noble Edward!" said the old gentleman. you needed a friend. Well, you shall have one." "And so 19. Five years from that time, Edward Delong was the confidential clerk of Mr. Harris, and, in three more, a partner in the firm. The integrity of purpose, which first won the regard of his benefactor, was his guide in after life. Prosperity crowned his efforts, and happiness blessed his heart, the never-failing result of faithfulness in little things. QUESTIONS.-1. Why did Edward Delong wish to see Mr. Harris? 2. Had he overpaid for the books he purchased? 3. What did he say when Mr. Harris told him he deserved a recompense? 4. What books were not charged in the bill? 5. In what way did Mr. Harris manifest his approval of Edward's conduct? 6. How long after this, before he again called on Mr. Harris? 7. Why could he not, at first, talk with Mr. Harris? 8. What did Edward finally become? SON. I wish that I was now a man, FATHER. I'm getting old and weak; but still I've witnessed many a day like this, SON. (0°) HURRAH, FOR FREEDOM'S JUBILEE, God bless our native land! Well done, my boy, grow up, and love A land where Freedom loves to dwell,- QUESTIONS.-1. Of what is our flag a symbol? 71 2. What is meant by Freedom's jubilee? 3. What is the use of the apostrophes in the words I'd, I'm, I've, &c. من BIL' LOW$, waves; surges. LESSON X. TWINK' LE$, sparkles. SWEEP, pass or drive over. PEACEFUL LY, quietly; calmly. THE SAILOR BOY'S SONG. WRITTEN BY A GIRL THIRTEEN YEARS OF AGE. 1. (") Oh! the sea, the sea Is the place for me, With its billows blue and bright; I love its roar, As it breaks on the shore, 2. Oh! I love the wave, And the sailor brave, Who often meets his doom 3. And, in the night, The moon's soft light Smiles sweetly on the foamy billow; And many a star, As it twinkles afar, Seems to rise from a watery pillow. 4. In the noontide glare, Oh! bright and fair Is the wide expanse of ocean; In the morn's first light 'Tis a glorious sight, So full of life and motion. 5. When the tempests sweep The rolling deep, |