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He accepted the invitation, but instead of climb- He saw himself riding triumphantly through ing the fence, as on the night before, went around East Adam village, waving his cap at his mother by the passage between the house and the cattle- as she ran to the door or window in answer to his yard. Lydia met him, and picked for him the gleeful call; and finally astonishing Uncle and finest clusters she could find. He thanked her, Aunt Gray, as he swung himself from Dandy's and, wishing to be alone, made off again toward back at their door. And what was to prevent him the stable.

from taking Duckford and Maple Park on his way? She followed him, however, with her hands full But could he repay Miss Badger's kindness by of lovely Delawares and Concords, which she ate such an act of seeming treachery? Strange as it herself, and continued to urge upon him.

may appear, her tempting proposal made it still “I gueth you 're fond of hortheth!” she re- more difficult for him to take possession of Dandy marked, seeing how absent-mindedly he let his in an underhand way. longing eyes wander in the direction of the stalls. He had tried his hand once at stealing him,

Kit confessed that circumstances had caused for he remembered how much it had seemed like him lately to take a lively interest in those useful stealing when he was betrayed into acting against animals.

the dictates of his conscience by Branlow's persua“My father bought a firtht-rate one for a mere sive cunning. Would it seem less like it now,- to thong, two or three dayth ago," she said, plucking secure his uncle's property by fraud or force, with grapes one by one from a bunch.

or without Lydia's innocent coöperation ? theen him ?”

He could imagine her parting smiles, as she saw “ Your father showed him to me," replied Kit. him set off for his “little ride"; then the growing “It's a pretty fair-looking horse. Is he easy under solicitude with which she would watch for his the saddle?"

return,- her anxiety becoming alarm, as the con“I don't know,” said Lydia. “I never ride viction was gradually forced upon her mind that, horthback, do you?'

if not a grape-thief, their youthful, honest-seeming “Sometimes; once in a great while,” Kit an- guest was what was worse,- a horse-thief in disswered dryly.

guise! Then he could foresee Eli's rage on com“Do you like riding?" she asked, turning her ing home and learning what had been done in his beaming face full upon him, while she squeezed a absence. plump Concord between her lips.

“ Thank you,” said Kit, hesitatingly; “I don't “Yes, if I don't have too much of it at once,” think-- I care - to ride." he replied, negligently eating the last of his He had mastered the temptation in its most Delawares.

enticing shape. And surely the proposed exer“Pa 'th got a thaddle thomewhere," she went cise was not such a novelty to him just then that on, as they stood in the stable door.

" You can

he should desire merely to be jounced up and down take a little ride, if you think you would fanthy by a hard-trotting horse. it. Would n't you like to?”

“I thuppothe you don't feel like it tho thoon, Here was his temptation again, in a more terrible after latht night,” said the sympathizing Lydia. form even than at first. Once on Dandy's back, “I'm afraid it would be a little too much for and starting off for a little ride, - with Miss Bad- my nerves (meaning his good resolution), he ger's smiling acquiescence,— would he be able to replied, in a regretful tone. stop before he had ridden once more safely into “I'm thorry!” said Lydia, sweetly. “I'd be Uncle Gray's front yard?

tho glad to thee you have a nithe ride!” (To be continued.)

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SQUARELY prim and stoutly built,

Free from glitter and from gilt,
Plain,— from lintel up to roof-tree and to belfry

bare and brown -
Stands the Hall that hot July,—

While the folk throng anxious by,-
Where the Continental Congress meets within

the Quaker town.
Hark! a stir, a sudden shout,

And a boy comes rushing out,
Signaling to where his grandsire in the belfry,

waiting, stands ;-
“Ring!” he cries; “the deed is done!

Ring ! they've signed, and freedom 's won!"
And the ringer grasps the bell-rope with his strong

and sturdy hands;
While the Bell, with joyous note

Clanging from its brazen throat,
Rings the tidings, all-exultant,-peals the news

to shore and sea :
Man is man a slave no longer ;

Truth and Right than Might are stronger.
Praise to God! We're free; we 're free!



TRIUMPH of the builder's art,

Prize the glorious relic then, Tower and turret spring and start –

With its hundred years and ten, As if reared by mighty genii for some Prince of By the Past a priceless heirloom to the Future Eastern land;

handed down Where the Southern river flows,

Still its stirring story tell, And eternal summer glows,

Till the children know it well, Dedicate to labor's grandeur, fair and vast the From the joyous Southern city to the Northern arches stand.

Quaker town. And, enshrined in royal guise,

Time that heals all wounds and scars, Flower-bedecked 'neath sunny skies ;

Time that ends all strifes and wars, Old and time-stained, cracked and voiceless, but Time that turns all pains to pleasures, and can where all may see it well ;

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Circled by the wealth and power

Still shall join in firmer grasp, Of the great world's triumph-hour,

Still shall knit in friendlier clasp Sacred to the cause of freedom, on its dais rests North and South-land in the glory of the ages the Bell.

yet to come. And the childen thronging near,

And, though voiceless, still the Bell Yet again the story hear

Shall its glorious message tell, Of the Bell that rang the message, pealing out Pealing loud o'er all the Nation, Lake to Gulf, to land and sea :

and Sea to Sea : * Man is man a slave no longer;

" Man is man— a slave no longer ; Truth and Right than Might are stronger. Truth and Right than Might are stronger. Praise to God! We're free ; we're free ! Praise to God! We 're free; we're free !

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A HOLIDAY ON SHORE. (SEE PAGE 684.) LITTLE Decatur Jones had fully made up his ion, little Decatur stood on the pier at the foot of mind that nothing but a sailor's life would satisfy West Twenty-third street, New York, where a seahim. The old sea-faring spirit of his forefathers soldier (called a “marine ”), stood on guard at the was in the lad, and he chafed and fretted greatly landing and a little steam-launch bobbed against under the restrictions of what he called his “hum- the pier waiting to take several boys out to the drum” country life. His father was dead, and his school-house. Think of starting for school in a mother could not procure an appointment for him steam launch! to the naval academy at Annapolis. But when The launch steamed out into the river and hauled she learned through the village postmaster that alongside the steps of the school-house. And the the United States Navy offered just such boys school-house was a great war-ship. The boys as Decatur Jones a good home, fair wages, and climbed the high, black side of the ship and came the sea-life he desired, she decided, after long out upon the shining white decks. There they found deliberation, to let the boy have his way.

another marine on guard, while an officer and some And so it came about that, soon after her decis- young sailors were busy near at hand.



United States Navy, with the
pay of $9.50 per month, besides
what is known as the navy
tions” of thirty cents per day.

The very next day saw Decatur Jones with a squad of other new recruits on board one of the steamers of the Fall River Line, bound for Newport, at which place they were at once transferred to the school-ship “New Hampshire," anchored off Coasters' Harbor Island.

Some six years ago, the State of Rhode Island presented this island of Coasters' Harbor to the United States, with the understanding that it was to be used as a naval training station. It lies within a mile of the beautiful old city of Newport, and is separated from the main-land by a narrow strait spanned by a causeway.

Anchored off this island lies the bluff-bowed old line-of-battle ship “New Hamp

shire,” with numerous decks, The admission to the school is simple enough. A from the ports of which protrude the muzzles of boy must be of robust figure, intelligent, of a ugly-looking guns. This is the cradle of the trainsound and healthy constitution, free from any ing fleet -the real school afloat. All the other physical defects or malformation; he must be able to read and write; and be of the standard height and measurement. All of these requirements our young Decatur could meet satisfactorily; yet it is a test which many boys fail to stand; for, at a recent examination in Boston, out of nearly one hundred applicants, only twenty-six succeeded in passing the requisite physical examination.

Then Decatur Jones signed his name to what are known as the “shipping articles,” by which he agreed to serve continuously in the Navy of the United States until he was twenty-one years old ; and, having exhibited a printed form signed by his mother, in which she gave her consent to the step he had taken, he was declared a voluntarily enlisted third-class boy in the

(SEE PAGE 684.)

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