10. A PAGE OF PROVERBS.

1. False friends are worse than open enemies. 2. A quiet conscience sleeps through thunder. 3. Work ill done must be twice done.

4. Everybody's business is nobody's business.
5. Have not thy cloak to make when it begins
to rain.

6. A little leak will sink a big ship.
7. Two wrongs do not make a right.
8. Handsome is that handsome does.

9. If you want a thing well done, do it yourself.
10. A rolling stone gathers no moss.
II. Out of debt, out of danger.

12. He that goes borrowing, goes sorrowing.
13. Short reckonings make long friends.
14. He lives long who lives well.

15. He who would thrive must rise at five;
He who has thriven may lie till seven.
16. It is a long lane that has no turning.
17. Fine clothes do not make the gentleman.
18. What man has done, man can do.
19. All is not gold that glitters.

20. Cut your coat according to your cloth.
21. Never cry over spilt milk.

22. None are so blind as those who will not sce.

23. A contented mind is a continual feast. 24. Do not put all your eggs in one basket. 25. A guilty conscience needs no accuser. 26. Cats in mittens catch no mice. 27. One tale is good till another is told. 28. He gives twice who gives quickly. 29. Constant dropping wears away a stone. 30. After dinner rest awhile, after supper walk a mile.

ger

parch-ing, drying up

dang-ling, hanging loosely ran-dom, careless, hap

hazard

a scoop'd, hollowed out
tran-si-to-ry, fleeting

ge-ni-al, cheerful

strewed

thronged

trav-ell-er

un-stud-ied

A traveller through a dusty road

Strew'd acorns on the lea,

And one took root, and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.

Love sought its shade at evening time,
To breathe its early vows,

And age was pleased, in heats of noon,
To bask beneath its boughs.
The dormouse loved its dangling twigs,
The birds sweet music bore ;-

It stood a glory in its place,

A blessing evermore.

A little spring had lost its way
Amid the grass and fern;
A passing stranger scoop'd a well,
Where weary men might turn.
He wall'd it in, and hung with care
A ladle at the brink,-

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He thought not of the deed he did,
But judged that toil might drink.
He pass'd again,—and lo! the well,
By summers never dried,

Had cool'd ten thousand parching tongues,
And saved a life beside.

A dreamer dropp'd a random thought,
'Twas old, and yet 'twas new,——
A simple fancy of the brain,

But strong in being true.
It shone upon a genial mind,
And lo! its light became
A lamp of life, a beacon ray,
A monitory flame.

The thought was small, its issue great,
A watch-fire on the hill;

It sheds its radiance far adown,
And cheers the valley still.

A nameless man, amid a crowd
That throng'd the daily mart,
Let fall a word of hope and love,
Unstudied, from the heart.

A whisper on the tumult thrown,—
A transitory breath,—

It raised a brother from the dust,
It saved a soul from death.
O germ! O fount! O word of love!
O thought at random cast!

Ye were but little at the first,
But mighty at the last.

DR. MACKAY. By permission.

C

12. A STRUGGLE FOR LIFE.

Cey-lon, an island to the pre-vi-ous, the one be

The animal in this picture is called a panther. You may notice that it is very much like a tiger, but has much shorter ears. It is perhaps most like the leopard; and, like both the animals just named, it is very fierce and very strong. From the tip of the nose to the end of its tail, a full-grown panther will measure about nine feet.

This animal is found in several parts of India and Ceylon. It is also found in many parts of Africa, where it is regarded by some of the poor natives as a sacred animal, and, as such, not allowed to be killed. If you have ever been to the Zoo and seen a panther, you would feel glad that strong iron bars were between you. Those who have not seen one, will learn from the following story that it is by no means a pleasant thing to have one of these animals too near.

A hunter was returning from the mountains one evening, when a panther met him. She sprang out from behind a rock, and came leaping towards him at great speed. He had just time to take aim at her and fire one shot, when she fell upon him and threw him to the ground.

They both rolled over together among the bushes, his gun slipping out of his hand.

He knew it would be useless to try to reach his gun, for she was trampling him under her feet, and tearing him with her feet and claws. His shot had struck her in the neck, and the pain had made her exceedingly savage. She growled and roared with rage, and rolled him over on the ground as if she would kill him.

He was dressed in a stout leather hunting coat and hood, which no doubt saved him from being severely wounded, if not from being killed outright. Besides his gun, he was armed with a long, sharp hunting-knife, which at that moment was in a sheath by his side. If he could only get a chance to use it, the fight might not be so unequal after all.