Wanted, an active, intelligent boy, of good habits. None other need apply.

Wanted, an active boy; one who does, with hearty good will, whatever he is set about; who never neglects his work to idle away his time, or to play.

Wanted, an intelligent boy; one who thinks as well as acts; who reads good books, and means to know something if he lives to be a man.

Wanted, a boy of good habits; one who will not lie nor cheat; who will not swear nor fight; who does not poison his body and dull his mind by the use of tobacco; who will not disobey his father, or mother, or teacher.

Who wants this boy? Why, everybody wants him. He has friends wherever he is known.

The merchant wants him for a clerk, to

sell his goods or keep his books, because he knows he will not take money from his drawer or make false entries.

The mechanic wants him for an apprentice, to learn a trade, because he will not hurt the credit of the shop by careless blunders.

The farmer wants him, because he will manage the farm well, and take good care of the buildings, crops, and live-stock.

The college wants him to make a scholar and thinker of, because scholars and thinkers are needed among merchants, mechanics, farmers, lawyers, ministers, and all other kinds of workmen.

Such boys are always wanted, and when they grow up to be men they will be wanted.

George Washington was such a boy. Abraham Lincoln was such a boy. Benjamin Franklin was such a boy. Thomas Edison was such a boy. Are there such boys in this school?

Definitions. - False entries, record of false statements in account

books.

Spell: swear, fight, intelligent, apprentice, false, mechanic, tobacco, merchant, poison, entries.

Write an advertisement like one of those in this lesson. Write an advertisement asking for a position.

Copy and learn:

To thine own self be true,

And it must follow as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.

It was an old, old, old, old lady,

And a little boy half-past three,

And the way that they played together
Was beautiful to see.

She could n't go running and jumping,
And the boy, no more could he;
For he was a thin little fellow,
With a thin little twisted knee.

They sat in the yellow sunlight,
Out under the maple-tree;

And the game that they played I'll tell you
Just as it was told to me.

In was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing, Though you'd never have known it to beWith an old, old, old, old lady,

And a boy with a twisted knee,

The boy would bind his face down
On his one little sound right knee,
And he'd guess where she was hiding,
In guesses One, Two, Three!

"You are in the china-closet!"

He would cry, and laugh with gleeIt was n't the china-closet;

But he still had Two and Three.

"You are up in papa's big bedroom,

In the chest with the queer old key!" And she said, "You are warm and warmer; But you 're not quite right," said she.

"It can't be the little cupboard

Where mama's things used to be So it must be the clothes - press, Gran'ma?" And he found her with his Three.

Then she covered her face with her fingers, That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding, With a One and a Two and a Three.

And they never had stirred from their places, Right under the maple tree

This old, old, old, old lady,

And the boy with the lame little knee—

This dear, dear, dear old lady,

And the boy who was half-past three.

- H. C. Bunner.

Spell: sights, fishermen, twinkling, trundle, riffled, shoe, wooden. Tell how you play Hide-and-Go-Seek. How could you play it as the little boy and the old lady did? What is meant by the boy's being "half-past three"? What is meant, in this story, by being "warm and warmer"?

SOFT TONE DRILL-QUICK.

Hear the sledges with the bells, silver bells;
What a world of merriment their melody foretells;
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night,
While the stars that over-sprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight.

The goddess Ceres, who cares for the grass and flowers, had but one child a little girl named Proserpine.

One day Proserpine was playing in the field gathering violets, when Pluto, the king of the underworld, drove by in his golden chariot. As soon as Pluto saw the little girl, he loved her, and lifting her up beside him drove swiftly away.