I'm a madman! Down with you! Blood! blood! 1 will have it!" I closed with him, and with a heavy crash we rolled upon the floor. It was a fine struggle, that; for he was a strong man fighting for his life, and I a furious madman thirsting to destroy him. His struggles grew weaker, and at last I knelt upon his chest, and clasped his brawny throat firmly between both hands. His face grew purple, and his eyes were starting from his head; when the door was suddenly burst open, and a crowd of people rushed forward, crying aloud to each other to secure the madman! My secret was out; and my only struggle now was for liberty. I gained my feet before a hand was on me; reached the door, dropped over the banisters, and in an instant was in the street. Straight and swift I ran, and no one dared stop me. I heard the noise of feet behind. On I bounded, through marsh and rivulet, over fence and wall. I was borne upon. the arms of demons, who swept along upon the wind, and spun me round and round with a speed that made my head swim, until at last they threw me from them with a violent shock, and I fell heavily upon the earth. When I awoke, I found myself herehere in this gray cell, where the sunlight seldom comes, and the moon steals in, in rays, which only serve to show the dark shadows about me, and that silent figure in its old, old corner.-Charles Dickens. BEFORE AND AFTER SCHOOL. (Before School.) "Quarter to nine! Boys and girls, do you hear?" "One more buckwheat, then-be quick, mother dear! Where is my luncheon box?" "Under the shelf, In the very same place you left it yourself!" "I can't say my table!" "Oh, find me my hat!" "One kiss for mamma, and sweet sis in her lap." "Be good, dear!" "I'll try-9 times 9's 81." 66 Here's your mittens!" "All right." "Hurry up, Bang of the door! they are off, girls and boys, (After School.) "Don't wake up the baby! Come gently, my dear!" "Is dinner most ready? I'm just like a bear!" WOMAN AND THE ROSE. Fair Flora on the terrace stands Of human kind what may transcend Pre-eminent each in its way They are both tender, sweet, and fair, Two lives thus blest, by love imbued, As girlhood buds to woman grown, Blooms woman where most love is shown Thus as they bloom man's life to cheer, In their decay one germ remains, And when at last life's race is run, Sad tributes to and from each one- How fitting then in death's dark trust And there should mingle the sweet dust James Stewart. 66 TWICKENHAM FERRY. O-hoi-ye-ho! Ho-ye-ho! Who's for the ferry? The briar's in bud, the sun's going down, And I'll row ye so swift, and I'll row ye so steady, And 'tis but a mile to Twickenham Town." The ferryman's slim, and the ferryman's young, "O-hoi-ye-ho! Ho-ye-ho! I'm for the ferry! She'd a rose in her bonnet, and oh, she looked sweet As the little pink flower that grows in the wheat, With her cheeks like a rose, and her lips like a cherry, "And sure and you're welcome to Twickenham Town." 66 'O-hoi-ye-ho! Ho-ye-ho! I'm for the ferry! "Aha! But the briar's in bud, the sun's going down, You're too late for the Ferry." And he's not rowing swift, and he's not rowing steady, You'd think 'twas a journey to Twickenham Town. "Oho-and oho!" "Ha! ha! you may call as you will; The moon is arising on Petersham Hill, But with love like a rose in the stern of the wherry There's danger in crossing to Twickenham Town." ROBIN. (Prize Recitation, Jan. 1889. N. Mo. State Normal.) Sell old Robin, did you say? Well, I reckon not to-day, I have let you have your way With the meadows and the fallows; And there are some things you don't know. As to feed a worn-out horse Out of pity and remorse, very long. Of a bit of shed or pasture, Not for all the wealth of a Vanderbilt or Astor Would I do old Robin there, such a wrong! He is old and lame, alas! Don't disturb him as you pass. It was I who rode him first. Ah, the day! I believe he understands every word! You may laugh, but poor old Robin 'Does he know how I used to cling and crow, As I rode him to and fro and around? Ah, the nag you so disdain With scanty tail and mane Then was taper-limbed and glossy, As we rode away to school In the morning fresh and cool. One day, beside the pool, where he drank, Leaning on my handsome trotter, Glancing up across the water |