my
progress, on account of the advantages with which I started, some of
the other "green" pupils were not far behind me; within a grade or
two, by the end of the year. My brother, whose childhood had been one
hideous nightmare, what with the stupid rebbe, the cruel whip, and the
general repression of life in the Pale, surprised my father by the
progress he made under intelligent, sympathetic guidance. Indeed, he
soon had a reputation in the school that the American boys envied; and
all through the school course he more than held his own with pupils of
his age. So much for the right and wrong way of doing things.

There is a record of my early progress in English much better than my
recollections, however accurate and definite these may be. I have
several reasons for introducing it here. First, it shows what the
Russian Jew can do with an adopted language; next, it proves that
vigilance of our public-school teachers of which I spoke; and last, I
am proud of it! That is an unnecessary confession, but I could not be
satisfied to insert the record here, with my vanity unavowed.

This is the document, copied from an educational journal, a tattered
copy of which lies in my lap as I write--treasured for fifteen years,
you see, by my vanity.

EDITOR "PRIMARY EDUCATION":--

This is the uncorrected paper of a Russian child twelve years
old, who had studied English only four months. She had never,
until September, been to school even in her own country and has
heard English spoken _only_ at school. I shall be glad if the
paper of my pupil and the above explanation may appear in your
paper.

M.S. DILLINGHAM.

CHELSEA, MASS.

SNOW

Snow is frozen moisture which comes from the clouds. Now the
snow is coming down in feather-flakes, which makes nice
snow-balls. But there is still one kind of snow more. This kind
of snow is called snow-crystals, for it comes down in little
curly balls. These snow-crystals aren't quiet as good for
snow-balls as feather-flakes, for they (the snow-crystals) are
dry: so they can't keep together as feather-flakes do.

The snow is dear to some children for they like sleighing.

As I said at the top--the snow comes from the clouds.

Now the trees are bare, and no flowers are to see in the fields
and gardens, (we all know why) and the whole world seems like
asleep without the happy birds songs which left us ti