100 CHOICE SELECTIONS. No. 13. CENTENNIAL HYMN.-JOHN G. WHITTIER. Our father's God! from out whose hand Here, where of old, by Thy design, Be with us while the New World greets Thou who hast here in concord furled And, freighted with love's golden fleece, 7 For art and labor met in truce, Oh! make Thou us through centuries long, TOM.-CONSTANCE FENIMORE WOOLSON. Yes, Tom's the best fellow that ever you knew. When the old mill took fire, and the flooring fell through, What do you think my eyes saw through the fire The shining? He must have come there after me, Any one's missing him. Then, what a shout- They tried, but the fire held them back like a wall. He sat Stared at the flame with a baby's surprise, The sound of his mother's voice shrieking his name The axes went faster: I saw the sparks fly Where the men worked like tigers, nor minded the heat That scorched them,-when, suddenly, there at their feet, |