plains; and the South, the beautiful sunlit South, with its gallant, generous people, with its sacred traditions and its holy graves, the sepulchres of our dead heroes, dead patriots, and dead statesmen. What are all these several sections but parts of our common country; that country which is the common heritage of every citizen of the Republic, whether native or adopted.

Maintain the Constitution! maintain it inviolate until it fulfils its sublime mission, until this goodly heritage of ours, slumbering between two great oceans that engirdle the world, shall be filled with free Commonwealths, in every one of which, without violence to any human being or any human habitation, every unjust fetter shall be broken, and every inherent right maintained.

Maintain the Constitution until our temple of civil and religious liberty shall be complete, lifting its headstone of beauty above the towers of watch and war, until all nations shall flee unto it, and its glory shall fill the whole earth.

IND friends, upon our festal day

Κι We greet you once again;

And though the banquet we have made
Is humble fare, and plain,

Our hearts, filled full with gratitude,
Shall doubly welcome give;
And friends will all our merits see, -
Will all defects forgive.

The day is full of joy to us

That crowns our closing year,
And brings with it the cheering smiles
Of friends whom we revere;
For after months of weary toil,
With Wisdom's treasures won,

We gather new and needed hope
From smiles that say "Well done!"

We know that you will sympathize
With all our hopes to-day;

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Then let me try each day and hour
To act upon this plan;

What little good is in my power,
To do it while I can.

If to be useful thus I try,

I may do better by and by.

THE

Ex. 53. JOHNNY LOST!

HERE was a big Policeman, and he had a wooden staff,

And if he came to ask for you, I am sure you would not

laugh;

But if he said "You come with me, and bid your friends

good by,"

I think you'd take your handkerchief and have a hearty

cry.

Now when our Johnny lost himself this big Policeman

came,

And, stooping to the little boy, says, "Tell me what's your name.

Where do you live, my little man? and whither would you roam?"

"My name is little Johnny, sir, and, please, I live at home."

Now this Policeman, big and strong, was gentle, bold, and brave;

And

very kind indeed was he the little boy to save.

So, lifting Johnny in his arms, he told him not to cry, And he took him to the station-house to wait till by and

by.