tured to say grace, and supper began.

At this juncture the poor dogs were standing on their hind legs quite
surprisingly; the child, having pity on them, was about to cast some
morsels of food to them before she tasted it herself, hungry though she
was, when their master interposed.

"No, my dear, no, not an atom from anybody's hand but mine if you
please. That dog," said Jerry, pointing out the old leader of the troop,
and speaking in a terrible voice, "lost a halfpenny to-day. _He_ goes
without his supper."

The unfortunate creature dropped upon his forelegs directly, wagged his
tail, and looked imploringly at his master.

"You must be more careful, sir," said Jerry, walking coolly to the chair
where he had placed the organ, and setting the stop. "Come here. Now,
sir, you play away at that, while we have supper, and leave off if you
dare."

The dog immediately began to grind most mournful music. His master,
having shown him the whip, resumed his seat and called up the others,
who, at his directions, formed in a row, standing upright as a file of
soldiers.

"Now, gentlemen," said Jerry, looking at them attentively: "The dog
whose name's called, eats. The dogs whose names an't called, keep quiet.
Carlo."

The lucky individual whose name was called, snapped up the morsel thrown
towards him, but none of the others moved a muscle. In this manner they
were fed at the discretion of their master. Meanwhile the dog in
disgrace ground hard at the organ, sometimes in quick time, sometimes in
slow, but never leaving off for an instant. When the knives and forks
rattled very much, or any of his fellows got an unusually large piece of
fat, he accompanied the music with a short howl, but he immediately
checked it on his master looking round, and applied himself with
increased diligence to the Old Hundredth.

DICKENS: "Old Curiosity Shop."

So, when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.

LONGFELLOW

THE GLADNESS OF NATURE

Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?

There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.

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