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EACHER. Now, boys, I want yo class, and spell the lesson I assi All the Boys. Yes, ma'am.

Teacher. Peter, you may go to the this evening.

Michael. Teacher, Pat Flannigan's h Jim Barnill last evening.

Caleb. No, Pat Flannigan's not he head, I guess. I trapped Pat at the wor - did n't I, Josie ?

Josiah (slowly).

terday.

I don't know, I was

William. Teacher, I was third last Joe Davis won't let me in my place. Teacher. Joseph, let William in his I Henry. Well, I was n't foot, either last, for I marked my number on this fourteenth. (Holding up the paper.)

Teacher (counting the class). Why, you and last evening you say you were four Henry. Well, but I was n't foot. John. Please, ma'am, Dan Lutz is pi Teacher. Daniel, walk to the foot of Peter. Teacher, shall I go head? Teacher. Yes, I told you to go there class up, did n't I?

Peter. Yes, ma'am.

Caleb (as if crying). It's not fair. I was head.

Teacher (holding up a stick). Quiet, now, or you'll get a good flogging.

James. Please, teacher, Sam Snodgrass is standing on one foot.

Teacher. Samuel, stand erect. The class will all pay strict attention. Peter, where is the lesson for this evening?

Peter. On page forty-nine, lesson fourth, section seventeenth.

Joseph. John Barnhill told me that we were to get the last section on page forty-eight.

Samuel. And Dan Lutz told me that Bill Smith told him that we were to get the first two sections on page fifty. He said that Josie Lichtenberger heard the teacher say so.

Teacher. Did you hear me saying so, Josiah?

Josiah (slowly). No, ma'am, I was n't in school yesterday.

Teacher. Joseph Davis has the right place. He will go to the head of the class, and Peter may take his place at the other end of the class.

Henry. Why, I'll be ahead after a while, if them fellers keeps coming down here much more.

Teacher. Quiet, there! Attention, all! Joseph, spell the first word.

Joseph. Teacher, I don't know what the first word is.

Teacher. Well, if you only have a little patience I will pronounce it for you.

Caleb (hand up). I know what the first word is.

Teacher. You keep quiet until you are called upon to speak. The first word is commutation. Spell, Joseph. Joseph. C-o-m, com, y-o-u, you, comyou, Teacher. Next.

William. No, ma'am; I mean the o the skin.

Teacher. Well, what did you do with book?

William. Why, it looked so ugly last week, as I went home, I threw down there.

Teacher. You deserve a good whipp continue the spelling. Patrick, you sp Patrick. Please, marm, and I w-u-r-r-d.

Teacher. James, spell.

James. C-o-m, com, m-u, mu, t-a commutation.

Teacher. That is right; go up.

James (goes up, and William trips him). T tried to throw me down.

Teacher. William, you will take yo you spell the next word, molasses. John. M-o, mo, (smacks his lips,) m-o, louder,) m-o-l-e, mole, (still smacking.) Teacher. What is the matter? John. I can't spell that word; it's t Teacher. Josiah, you can spell it. Josiah (whose head has been turned in an faces the teacher, and spells slowly). S-u, su, g Teacher. That is not the word.

Josiah (slowly). Why, John said it

could not possibly spell it, and I thought he meant sugar.

Teacher. I don't believe you are paying attention.

Caleb. Teacher, I know how to spell the word.

Teacher. Spell it, then.

Caleb (very earnest). C-a-n, can, d-y, dy, candy. (He goes up.)

Teacher. Hold on; that is not the word. Go back to your place. You all deserve to be punished severely for your neglect in preparing this lesson, and your indifference in the recitation.

"WH

HAT joy to live!" the young leaves say,
In light breeze swinging merrily,

Through sunshine and through rain;
"What joy to see the winter pass
With chilly steps from off the grass,
And shield the birds again!"

Mary.

"What joy to live!" the free brooks say,
While wandering on their silvery way
With naught but pebbly bars;

"What joy to kiss the moss again,
And see from rock and crevice green

The wee flowers peep like stars !

Alice.

"What joy to live!" the wild bird sings
In clear blue air, while on his wings
The glancing sunbeams rest

On lithe, glad maple-tree;
"What joy to live!" we join th
Pray such sweet life be good an
And pure in ministry.

SCENE.

-THE RAINY MAY-DAY.

America.

[For twenty little children.]

·A school-room with a group of childr nic, some having baskets, others dolls ENNIE. O, how doleful! that of a year, it should rain on the "First Willie. Yes, I am really vexed. I v never rain again; don't you, Jennie?

JEN

Jennie. Yes, indeed! I am sure I d sun should be so cross as to go sulkin all days in the year!

Mary. But, Jennie, if it did not son would become of the pretty flowers?

Sammy. Why, I am sure our dea only last week, that there was never a and I would like to know why flowers not bloom without rain, as well as in

Eva. Yes; but, Sammy, our flowers than those of Egypt.