ite side of the soap box (from which, of course,
you have removed the bottom), and tack it to the edges of the box. Put a
lighted candle in the cigar box as represented in the illustration, and
if you hold a drawing or a photograph opposite the glass in the cigar
box, it will be reflected on the muslin stretched over the end of the
soap box, and you have a magic lantern.

[Illustration: Fig. 1 is the perspective view; Fig. 2 is the back view;
Fig. 3 is the side view (or section); Fig. 4 is the front view, showing
the picture.]

One thing more. By looking at Fig. 1 you will see that there are two
bars and a cross-bar to hold the picture. These can easily be fixed, and
will save you the trouble of holding the picture in your hand, and will
be more steady. By carefully looking at the different drawings, you will
soon see how to make one yourself.

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=A Brave Princess.=--In one of the Sandwich Islands, in the South Seas,
is a volcanic mountain with a huge lake of ever-burning fire. This was
the reputed abode of the goddess Pele and her fiery companions, the
worship of whom was the central superstition of the islanders. The young
Princess Kapiolani was converted to Christianity through the teaching of
the missionaries. Grieving for the ignorance and misery of her people,
she resolved to visit the burning mountain of Kilauea, and dare the
dreaded Pele to do her worst. There a priestess met her, threatened her
with the displeasure of the goddess if she persisted, and prophesied
that she and her followers would miserably perish. In defiance of this
threat, she and her Christian followers went down to the edge of the
burning lake, and, standing erect, she thus spoke: "Jehovah is my God.
He kindled these fires. I fear not Pele. If I perish by the anger of
Pele, then you may fear the power of Pele; but if I trust in Jehovah,
and He should save me from the wrath of Pele, then you must fear and
serve the Lord Jehovah."

CHARADE.

FIRST.

I am rocked in the arms of the sea,
Or tossed on the flowing main;
Then fold my white wings in some peaceful bay,
And am bound to the earth with a chain.

SECOND.

There's a fruit with its hue of gold
From the land of the tropical sun;
_I_ make it a cooling draught to hold
To the lips of the thirsty one.

WHOLE.

With the tread of many feet,
And the changeless roll of the drum,
With a deadly volley my