TALES OUT OF SCHOOL. III.

you gong quizz judge

One morning Miss Hill wrote these four words upon the board. None of the class knew what they were to do with them.

"I think it's a language lesson," said Bertha Lane at recess;" and I've thought of a way to use all but quizz. A gong, you know, is a kind of bell, and judge was in my last Sunday-school lesson."

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Will you please tell us what the words are for, Miss Hill?" asked Katie Cameron, who never could bear a secret.

"They are for you to write; one of them, quizz, is not a word, but there is a word quiz; it tells the look your eyes have had in them all the morning, when you looked at the board. I want you to look at the letters with loops below the line, and to make y, g, q, z, zz, and j."

"We thought it was a language lesson," said Ida Bartlett.

"Suppose we make it one," said the teacher. "Who will be the first to use the words?"

The mark under s in house is the SUSPENDED BAR. It shows that s is to be sounded like z in this place.

XVIII. WISHING.

Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose,
A bright yellow primrose blooming in the spring!
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me,

The fern and moss to creep across,
And the elm-tree for our king!

Nay-stay! I wish I were an elm-tree,
A great, lofty elm-tree with green leaves gay!
The winds would set them dancing,

The sun and moonshine glance in,
The birds would house among the boughs,
And sweetly sing!

O-no! I wish I were a robin,

A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go; Through forest, field, or garden,

And ask no leave or pardon,

Till winter comes with icy thumbs

To ruffle up our wings!

Well-tell! Where should I fly to,

Where go to sleep in the dark wood or dell? Before a day was over,

Home comes the rover,

For mother's kiss,-sweeter this

Than any other thing.

W. ALLINGHAM.

NATURAL HISTORY.— THE PRIMROSE.

Find the corolla in the Primrose blossom, and tell into how many petals it is cut at the outer edge. The leaves grow directly from the root; that is, without stems.

The Primrose is not a wild flower in our country; but yellow, white, purple, or rose-colored ones may be seen growing in gardens or in boxes.

sing:

Land where my Fathers died, Land of the Pil- grim's pride; love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and tem- pled hills;

TALES OUT OF SCHOOL. IV.

"What are you doing at school, Vio?"

We write words in our reading lesson. Today we had words with silent letters. Miss Hill said silent letters were like what her mother used to say children should be, 'seen and not heard."

"One day we wrote the names of our town, county, state, and country, and almost every day we direct a letter to some one."

elm, eyes, wool, wove, such, were, straw, kept.

OUNG Madam Sparrow sat swinging on the branch of an elm one morning in spring. Other birds were busy all around. They were hopping over the ground, and picking up dry grass and bits of straw. When their bills were full they would fly

away to the places where

their nests were to be. Then they would come back to get more. And so they kept going and coming while Madam Sparrow tilted on her branch and watched them. 2. By and by Grandmother Redbreast said to her, Why do you stay in the tree? You had better go to work with the rest of us. not want a nest?"

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3. Oh, yes," answered Madam Sparrow, should like to have a nice nest, but I cannot find anything to make it of. I do not want such