y your teacher. Use
many of the words and forms of expression you find in the poem.

THE ANGEL'S STORY

A poor little boy, to whom a child of wealth had in pity given a bunch
of "reddest roses," died with the fading flowers. Afterwards he came as
a "radiant angel" to visit his dying friend, and in a spirit of
gratitude bore him to heaven.

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al' ti tude
as tound' ing
ve loc' i ty
vag' a bond
mus tach' es
hes i ta' ting ly
par' a lyzed
tre men' dous
ex tra or' di na ry

GLUCK'S VISITOR.

It was drawing toward winter, and very cold weather, when one day
Gluck's two older brothers had gone out, with their usual warning to
little Gluck, who was left to mind the roast, that he was to let nobody
in and give nothing out. Gluck sat down quite close to the fire, for it
was raining very hard. He turned and turned, and the roast got nice and
brown.

"What a pity," thought Gluck, "that my brothers never ask anybody to
dinner. I'm sure, when they have such a nice piece of mutton as this, it
would do their hearts good to have somebody to eat it with them." Just
as he spoke there came a double knock at the house door, yet heavy and
dull, as though the knocker had been tied up. "It must be the wind,"
said Gluck; "nobody else would venture to knock double knocks at our
door."

No; it wasn't the wind. There it came again very hard, and what was
particularly astounding the knocker seemed to be in a hurry, and not to
be in the least afraid of the consequences. Gluck put his head out the
window to see who it was.

It was the most extraordinary looking little gentleman he had ever seen
in his life. He had a very large nose, slightly brass-colored; his
cheeks were very round and very red; his eyes twinkled merrily through
long, silky eyelashes; his mustaches curled twice round like a corkscrew
on each side of his mouth, and his hair, of a curious mixed
pepper-and-salt color, descended far over his shoulders. He was about
four feet six in height, and wore a conical pointed cap of nearly the
same altitude, decorated with a black feather some three feet long. He
wore an enormous black, glossy-looking cloak, which must have been very
much too long in calm weather, as the wind carried it clear out from the
wearer's shoulders to about four times his own length.

Gluck was so perfectly paralyzed by the appearance of his visitor that
he remained fixed, without utter