AFTER hard toil for many weeks the tall chim-ney of a new fac-to-ry was built up. The men put the last stroke to their work, and came down as fast as they could. In his haste, the last but one drew the rope out of the pul-ley.

They saw one man left at the top, with no means to come down. What could be done? There was no scaf-fold, and no ladder would reach half the height.

They all stood in silence to look up at their lonely friend on the top.

Just then his wife came by, and, with quick thought and good sense, she was able to save her husband.

"John," she called out with all her strength, "rove your stocking: begin at the toe." He knew at once what she meant, and drawing off his stocking-no doubt knit by his wife-cut off the end,

and soon set free the thread. He roved a long piece, and to this he tied a little bit of brick, and gently let it down for eager hands to reach.

Meantime his wife had brought a ball of small twine, which was made fast to the worsted. With a shout, they told John to pull up again. He did so, and they heard the words, "I have it." The pul-ley rope was then made fast to the twine.

With a glad heart John drew it up, put it over the pul-ley; then taking up the rest of the stocking, which was to him a keep-sake for life, he let himself down as the other men had done, till he reached the ground in safety.

LIX.-THE CHILD AND THE BIRD.

C. LITTLE bird, little bird, come to me!
I have a green cage ready for thee;
Many bright flowers I'll bring to you,
And fresh ripe cher-ries, all wet with dew.

B. Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care, But I dearly love the clear, cool air; And my snug little nest in the old oak

tree

Is better than golden cage for me.

C. Little bird, little bird, where wilt thou

go

When the fields are all buried in snow? The ice will cover the old oak tree; Little bird, little bird, stay with me! B. Nay, little maiden, away I'll fly To greener fields and a warmer sky; When Spring returns with pat-ter-ing rain,

My merry song you will hear again.
C. Little bird! little bird! who'll guide thee
Over the hills and over the sea?

Foolish one, come in the house to stay;
For I am sure you'll lose your way.

B. Ah, no, little maiden! God guides me
Over the hills and over the sea;

I will be free as the morning air,
Chasing the sunlight every-where!

LX.-NUMERATION.

Read and Write.

1.-108, 111, 125, 152, 112, 121, 113, 131, 141, 114, 151, 115.

2.-122, 123, 132, 179, 180, 199, 200, 215, 253, 301, 340.

3.—356, 393, 411, 417, 408, 498, 480, 506, 516, 561.

4.-601, 623, 655, 711, 816, 900, 945, 1000, 1001.

5.-1111, 1205, 1250, 1300, 1400, 1050, 1343, 1003.

Point off into periods of three figures, and read the following.

1.-1010, 2222, 4596, 9999, 70045, 67085.

2.-14010, 21101, 42140. 000452, 406011, 302000.

3.-864753, 790132, 202020, 508760, 471067, 809608.

LXL-NOTATION.

Write in Figures.

1. One hundred and twenty-nine, one hundred and ninety-two.

2. Two hundred and two, three hundred and thirty-one.

3. Five hundred and one, six hundred and eleven, seven hundred.

4. Eight hundred and eighty, nine hundred and seven.

5. Nine hundred and ninety, one thousand and one.

6. Three thousand, five thousand three hundred and forty.

7. Eight thousand and eleven, nine thousand and nine.

8. Twenty-two thousand two hundred and twenty-two.

9 Thirty-three thousand and thirtythree.