think. It has been drawn out into thin threads like silk and made into dresses and coats.

At Paris in 1878 a bonnet was shown that was made entirely of glass. Its feathers, ribbons, and lining were all made of spun glass.

If you make a list of uses to which glass has been put, you will see how great a service it now renders to mankind.

IX.--THE DANDELION.

There was a pretty dandelion,
With lovely fluffy hair,
That glistened in the sunshine
And in the summer air.

But, oh, this pretty dandelion
Soon grew quite old and gray;

And, sad to tell, her charming hair
miles away.

Blew many

Alexander Dĩðgenes Corinth còn quêr or

ä dôrn'

mantle lăntern

X.-ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES.

Did you ever hear of the man that lived in a tub? That man was Diogenes, a wise man of Corinth. Diogenes loved to live a plain, simple life. He hated all the ways of the proud and showy people about him. He thought it folly to spend so much time to adorn the body and so little to adorn the mind.

He wore an old, ragged mantle, went barefoot, and carried a beggar's bag upon his back.

One day he was seen walking the streets with a lantern in his hand. The sun was shining. The people thought he was crazy.

crazy

One man was bold enough to ask him a ques

tion:

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Diogenes, pray tell me why you carry a lighted lantern at noon? Have you lost something? What are you looking for?"

The wise man answered, "I am looking for an honest man."

He once saw a boy drinking from the hollow of his hand. Diogenes thereupon threw his drinking-cup away, and declared he too could drink from the hollow of his hand.

The odd life and wise sayings of this man made him famous.

When Alexander, the conqueror of the world, came to Corinth, he at once decided to visit this famous wise man. He found Diogenes resting before his tub where the sun might shine upon him.

As Alexander drew near, Diogenes scarcely lifted his eyes to look at the mighty king. Alexander talked a long time with him, and found his answers wise and valuable.

At length the king said, "Diogenes, I am King Alexander; ask me any favor you will, and I shall gladly grant it."

Diogenes thanked the king and said, "Get out of my sunshine."

Alexander did so at once. His soldiers

laughed at this foolish wish, and

began to say But the king

unkind things of the wise man. ordered them to be quiet, and added, “Truly were I not Alexander, I would be Diogenes."

In'dians wil'der ness wig'wam ca nōe' warrior ärched

sifted

XI.- HOW THE ROBIN CAME.

Far in the West, among the Rocky Mountains, live the Indians. Before white men came to America these Indians lived where the cities of white people now stand. Then the country was a vast wilderness.

The Indians lived in wigwams, and gained a livelihood by hunting and fishing. The leader of a tribe of Indians was called a chief. He was a brave, strong man, loved and followed by all his people.

Once there was an old chief who lived in the woods by a beautiful river. His wigwam was in a lovely spot.

Over it arched the great forest trees. In these trees the birds built their nests, and down through their limbs and leaves sifted the sunshine. The river rolled swiftly to the sea. Here the old chief sat and thought.

Around him were the wigwams of his people. Under the tall trees played the happy Indian children. The old chief saw none of these things. He was silent and sad.

He had only one son. The chief loved to go to war. He wanted his son to become a great warrior. The boy did not care for war.