And when he sowed, some seeds fe the wayside, and the fowls came an voured them up:

Some fell upon stony places, where had not much earth; and forthwith sprung up, because they had no dee of earth:

And when the sun was up, they scorched; and because they had no they withered away:

And some fell among thorns; and thorns sprung up, and choked them :

But other fell into good ground, brought forth fruit, some an hundred some sixty fold, some thirty fold.

Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.

From "St. Matthew."

said unto the forest, "Shout!
all your leafy banners out!"

ang

touched the wood-bird's folded wing,

66

nd said, "O bird, awake and sing."

nd o'er the farms, "O chanticleer, our clarion blow; the day is near.'

t whispered to the fields of corn, Bow down, and hail the coming morn."

t shouted through the belfry tower, Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."

t crossed the churchyard with a sigh, And said, "Not yet! in quiet lie."

LONGFELLOW,

In the cricket's chirp at the evening In the zephyr's sighs that around m In the breathing bud and the openi

THE SECRETS OF SPRING

THERE'S something in the air
That's new and sweet and rare
A scent of summer things,
A whir as if of wings.

There's something, too, that's n

In the color of the blue
That's in the morning sky,
Before the sun is high.

And all this changing tint,
This whispering stir and hint
Of bud and bloom and wing,
Is the coming of the spring.

Once more, and yet once more,
Returning as before,

We see the bloom of birth

Make young again the earth.

NORA PERRY.

SIR ROBIN

LICKING ROBIN is here again. at does he care for the April rain? e for it? Glad of it. Doesn't he know at the April rain carries off the snow, d coaxes out leaves to shadow his nest, d washes his pretty red Easter vest, makes the juice of the cherry sweet, his hungry little robins to eat? a, ha, ha!" hear the jolly bird laugh, hat isn't the best of the story, by half!"

here!

Ha, ha, ha!
But what would it be if we'd nothing to ea

Life is lovely and sweet;

Robin, Sir Robin, gay, red-vested knight, Now you have come to us, summer's in sig You never dream of the wonders you bring Visions that follow the flash of your wing. How all the beautiful By-and-by

Around you and after you seems to fly! Sing on, or eat on, as pleases your mind! Well have you earned every morsel you fin

66

Ay! Ha, ha, ha!" whistles Robin.

Let us all take our own choice of good che

The world is so full of a number of th
I'm sure we should all be as happy as

- R. L. ST