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tide was out, and the wharf very muddy. There was a lady on board, and the captain would not allow her to soil her boots.

5. He called to a mahout, and in a moment his elephant pushed


down the slope a log, fixing it just right for a walk across the dirty space.

6. These huge beasts are proud of their strength. They do not like to do work which makes them look awkward ; but they are obedient, and make the best of it.

7. You have seen the elephant eat and drink, perhaps, picking up food and sucking up water with his long trunk. One could hardly believe the stout, strong trunk could bend around to put each mouthful of food into the mouth beneath. There is hardly a thing so strong or so delicate that he cannot lift it safely.

8. If kindly treated, he is loving and gentle, and may be trusted. An elephant was once very fond of the baby in his master's family. The nurse would take the little one in its cradle, put it between the elephant's feet, and go away

9. The great creature would watch over it, and move his trunk like a fan to keep off the flies. If baby woke, he would rock the cradle back and forth, to get it off to sleep again.

10. An elephant in a circus was once in pain, and a doctor gave him some medicine which cured him. On the next day, when the circus passed the house, the elephant saw the doctor in his doorway and went to him to caress him with his trunk. Having shown his gratitude, he marched forward again with the rest.

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tongue 1. Long ago, in the mountains of Greece, there lived a beautiful nymph. In our times she

. would be called a fairy. This is her Greek name, - 'Hyó. The English word for it is Echo.

2. Echo's great delight was in woods and hills. She gave herself up to woodland sports, and but for one fault she might have lived a long and merry life.

3. This fault she seems to have taken no pains to overcome. I have known children who had it too. She was fond of talking, and, whether in chat or argument, would always have the last word.

4. Juno, one of the rulers in that country, when seeking Jove, her husband, one day met Echo in the wood. By her talk Echo contrived to retain Juno till she should miss seeing her husband, and so fail in her purpose. Juno was very angry, and this was the punishment Echo received from her

5. “You shall forfeit,” she said, “the use of the tongue with which you cheated me, except for the one thing you are so fond of doing. You may still have the last word, but you shall have no power to speak first."

6. It was not long before Echo was made to feel the pain of her punishment. A beautiful youth, called Narcissus, came upon the mountain in chase. Echo saw him, and longed to speak with him. Alas! she could not. She followed him, and waited for him to address her. Her reply was ready, but he did not speak.

7. At last, however, Narcissus strayed from his companions, and missing them, called, “Who's here?"

Echo at once replied, “Here!

Seeing no one, Narcissus called, “Come!” and Echo answered, “Come!” As no one came, the youth called, “Come and join me!” and in clear tones Echo asked the same of him, and hastened to the spot.

8. Not expecting to see a stranger, Narcissus started back, and Echo in shame hid herself in a deep place in the rocks.

From that time forth she has dwelt always in caves and among cliffs. Her form has faded, her flesh has shrunk away, and her bones have changed to rock.


9. Nothing is left of the beautiful nymph but her voice.

Echo is never seen, but she is still ready to reply to any one who calls. She can still have the last word.

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What was it that Charlie saw to-day,

Down in the pool where the cattle play? A shoal of the spotted trout at play

Or a sheeny dragon-fly?
The fly and the fish were there indeed ;

But as for the puzzle, guess again!
It was neither a shell, nor flower, nor reed,

Nor the nest of a last year's wren.
Some willows droop to the brooklet's bed.

Who knows but a bee had fallen down,
Or a spider swung from his broken thread,

Was learning the way to drown?

You have not read me the riddle yet:

Not even the wing of a wounded bee,

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