Now it catches the gleam of the morning's firs beam,

In full glory reflected now shines on the stream; 'Tis the star-spangled banner; O long may it wave O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.

No refuge could save the hireling and slave

From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth

wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved homes and the war's desolation!

Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'nrescued land

Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto-"In God is our trust": And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall

wave

O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave FRANCIS SCOTT KEY

Father William.

"Father William," a parody by Lewis Carroll (1833-), is even more clever than the original. Harmless fun brightens the world. It takes a real genius to create wit that carries no sting.

"You are old, Father William," the young man said, “And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your headDo you think, at your age, it is right?"

"In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain;

But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,

And have grown most uncommonly fat;

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door— Pray, what is the reason of that?”

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks,

"I kept all my limbs very supple

By the use of this cintment-one shilling the boxAllow me to sell you a couple."

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak

For anything tougher than suet;

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and

the beak:

Pray, how did yo" manage to do it?”

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'In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,

And argued each case with my wife;

And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw

Has lasted the rest of my life."

"You are old," said the youth; "one would hardly suppose

That your eye was as steady as ever;

Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your noseWhat made you so awfully clever?"

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"

Do

Said his father, "don't give yourself airs!

you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!"

("Alice in Wonderland.")

'LEWIS CARROLL

The Nightingale and the Glow-worm.

"The Nightingale," by William Cowper (1731-1800), is a favourit with a teacher of good taste, and I include it at her request.

A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Had cheered the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite:
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off, upon the ground,

A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark;
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.
The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangued him thus, right eloquent:
"Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
"As much as I your minstrelsy,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'twas the self-same power divine,
Taught you to sing and me to shine;
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night.”
The songster heard his short oration,
And warbling out his approbation,
Released him, as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else.
WILLIAM COwper.