Took an egg from the nest-it was smooth and round, "Now, my boy, can you tell me what makes this sound?" Faint and low-"tap, tap;" soft and slow, "rap, rap," Sharp and quick like a prisoner's pick, "Hear it peep inside there," cried Tom with a shout. "How did it get in, and how can it get out?" Tom was eager to help--he would break the shell. Tom gave a long whistle-" Mamma, now I see Mamma kissed her little boy, "It may be Yes, there are miracles wrought every day for our eyes, That we see without seeing or feeling surprise, And we must take on trust what we can not ex plain, From the flower to the seed; from the seed to the flower, 'Tis a world of miracles every hour. THE BATTLE. Heavy and solemn, a cloudy column! 66 Halt!" And fettered they stand at the stark command, Proud in the blush of morning glowing, Thrilling they sound with their glorious tone, See the smoke, how the lightning is cleaving asunder! Hark! the guns, peal on peal, how they boom in their thunder! From host to host, with kindling sound, The shouting signal circles round; Nearer they close, foes upon foes. They kneel as one man, from flank to flank, Many a gap by the balls is rent; O'er the corse before springs the hinder mar, The dead men lie bathed in the weltering blood, As the dying man murmurs, the thunders swell. 66 I'll give-O God! are their guns so near? Ho, comrades!-yon volley!-look sharp to the rear! I'll give thy Charlotte thy last farewell; Sleep soft! where death thickest descendeth in rain, The horsemen press hard on the panting foe, Victory! Terror has seized on the dastards all, And their colors fall! Victory! Closed is the brunt of the glorious fight; And the day, like a conqueror, bursts on the night. Trumpet and fife swelling choral along, The triumph already sweeps marching in song. Farewell, fallen brothers; though this life be o'er, There's another in which we shall meet you once more! Schiller. MANSIE WAUCH AT THE PLAY. (Prize Recitation at the North Mo. State Normal, June, 1889.) Mony a time an' often had I heard o' play-actin' an' o' players makin' themselves kings and queens, an' sayin' a great many wonderfu' things, but I had never before an opportunity o' witnessin' the truth. o' these hearsays. So Maister Glen an' I determined to run the risk o' our minister's rebuke for the transgression, hopin' it would make na lastin' impression on his mind, paid oor money at the door and were soon inside the playhouse. Never, while I live an' breathe, will I forget what we heard and saw that nicht! The place was crowded to the e'e, and richt to the forehand o' us was a large green curtain. Just in front o' it were eight or ten penny candles stuck in a board, fastened to the ground, to let us see the players' feet like when they came upon the stage, while twa blind fiddlers played the bonniest ye ever heard. Odds! the very music was worth a sixpence o' itself. Just at the time that the fiddlers were playin' the "Doonfa' o' Paris," a hand bell rang and up goes the green curtain. The music stoppin', in comes a decent old gentleman at his leisure, weel poothered, wi' an auld-fashioned coat, wi' flap-pockets, broon breeches, wi' buckles at the knee, an silk stockin's wi' gushets on a blue ground. I never saw a man in sic distress. He stampit aboot, an' stampit aboot, dadding the end o' his staff on the ground, and implorin' all the pooers o' heaven an' yearth to help him find his runawa' dauchter that had decampit wi' a puir loon o' a half-pay captain, that keppit her in his arms frae her bedroom window, up twa pair o' stairs. Every father an' heid o' a family maun ha'e felt for a man in his situation, thus to be robbit of his dear bairn, an' only dauchter, too, as he tell't us ower an' ower again, as the saut, saut tears ran gushin' doon his withered face. But the thing was absurd, to suppose that we should ken anything aboot the matter, havin' never seen either him or his dauchter. Sae oot he gaed stampin' at the ither side, determined, as he said, to fin' them oot, though he should follow them to the warld's end. Hardly was his back turned, an' before ye could cry "Jack Robinson," in comes the birkie an' the very young leddy the auld gentleman described, arm in arm thegither. As true as death, before all the crood o' folks, he pit his arm roon' her waist an' ca'd her his sweetheart, an' love, an' dearie, an' darlin', an' everything that is sweet. If they had been courtin' in a close thegither, on a Friday nicht, they couldna' ha'e said mair to yen anither. I thought sic shame to be an e'ewitness to sic on-goin's, that I was obliged at last to haud up my hat afore my face an' luik doon. The faither lookit to be a rich auld bool, baith frae his manner o' speakin', an' the rewards he seemed to offer for the apprehension o' the dauchter; but, to be sure, when so many of us were present that had an equal right to the spulzie, it wadna be a great deal a thoosand poonds--when dividit. Still, it were worth the lookin' after; so we just bidit a wee. Just in the middle o' their fine goin's-on, the sound o' a comin' fit was heard, an' the lassie, takin' guilt tae hersel, cried oot--" Hide me, hide me, for the sake o' gudeness, for yonder comes my auld faither!" Nae sooner said than done. In he clappit her intil a closet; and after shuttin' the door on her, sat doon upon a chair, an' pretendit to be asleep in a moment. The auld faither came booncing in, and seeing the fellow asleep, he opened his een as fast as he had steekit them. After blackguarding him up hill an' |