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The Stag in the Ox-stall: « Fable.


STAG, roused out of his thick covert in the midst of the forest, and driven hard by the hounds, made towards a farmhouse, and, seeing the door of an oxstall open, entered therein, and hid himself under a heap of straw. One of the oxen, turning his head about, asked him what he meant by venturing him

self in such a place as that was, where he was sure to meet with his doom. “Ah,” said the stag, “ if you will be but so good as to favour me by preserving my secret, I hope I shall do well enough. I intend to make off at the first opportunity.”

Well, he stayed there till toward night. In came the shepherd with a bundle of fodder, and never saw him. In short, all the servants of the farm came and went, and not one of them found out anything of the matter. Nay, the bailiff himself came, according to form, and looked in, but walked away no wiser than the rest. Upon this the stag, ready to jump out of his skin for joy, began to return thanks to the good-natured oxen, protesting that they were the most obliging people he had ever met with in his life. After he had ended his compliments, one of them answered him gravely, “Indeed, we desire nothing more than to have it in our power to contribute to your escape ; but there is a certain person you little think of, who has a hundred eyes—if he should happen to come, I would not give a straw for your life.”

In the interim, home comes the master himself from a neighbour's, where he had been invited to dinner; and, because he had observed the cattle to look but poorly of late, he went up to the rack, and asked why they did not give them more fodder ; then, casting his eyes downward, “Heyday!” says he, “why so sparing of your litter? Pray scatter a little more here. And these cobwebs—but I have spoken so often, that, unless I do it myself—” Thus, as he went on prying into everything, he chanced to look where the stag's horns were sticking out of the straw, upon which he raised a hue-and-cry, called all his people about him, killed the poor stag, and made a prize of him.



Celestial Music.


OW sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank !

Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music
in Creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
But in his motion like an angel sings,
Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.
Such harmony is in immortal souls ;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.


The Ass and the Little Dog: a Fable.

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HE ass, observing how great a favourite the little dog

was with his master, how much caressed and fondled, and fed with good bits at every meal — and for no other reason, as he could perceive, but skipping and frisking about, wagging his tail, and leaping up into his master's lap—he was resolved to imitate his con

duct, and see whether such a behaviour would not procure him the same favours. Accordingly his master was no sooner come home from walking about his fields and grounds, and was seated in his easy-chair, but the ass, who observed him, came gamboling and braying towards him in a very awkward manner. The master could not help laughing aloud at the odd sight. But his jest was soon turned into earnest when he felt the rough salute of the ass's forefeet, who, raising himself upon his hinder legs, pawed against his breast with a most loving air, and would fain have jumped into his lap. The good man, terrified at this outrageous behaviour, and unable to endure the weight of so heavy a beast, cried out, upon which, one of his servants running in with a good stick, and laying on heartily upon the bones of the poor ass, soon convinced him that every one who desires it is not qualified to be a favourite.

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MILLNER, aged 11, National School, Woodchurch, certified by
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WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR was born at Falaise in Normandy. He became Duke of Normandy, a province in the north of France. William said that Edward the Confessor had left him the crown, and he went over with an army, and killed Harold at Senlac Hill, near Hastings. He was crowned king on Christmas Day, and at first ruled justly, but there being many revolts he ruled harder. His eldest son, Robert, rebelled against him, and at one time nearly slew his father. He quarrelled with Philip I. of France, and he went and laid waste everything he came near. But his wickedness did not prosper, for he set fire to the town of Mantes, and his horse plunged and gave William a bruise, from which he died. He was buried at Caen, aged

CHARLES MILLNER, aged 11 years. Woodchurch National School.-I certify the above to be done by C. Millner.

D. S. BENNETT, Master.

63 years.

WHEN Edward was dead, William, Duke of Normandy, thought that they might choose him for their king. But they chose Harold ; and William was very angry when he knew. He prepared a large army, and met Harold at Hastings, where Harold was killed. William was crowned king on Christmas Day. He took a great deal of land for himself, and the other he divided among six or seven hundred of his followers called barons or vassals. The King of France made a rude jest on him, at which he gathered an army, and was going to Paris, when he was badly hurt. He died on September 10th, 1087.

WILLIAM Hayes, aged 11. Egerton Boys' School, Tatton Street, Salford.— I certify that the above is the boy's own work.

W. HINDSHAW, Head Master.

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Do nothing without advice, and when thou hast once done, repent not. —Ecclesiasticus xxxii., 19.

WO things generally go together—a hasty decision

and change of purpose. The first is the cause of the second. A boy or girl makes a sudden resolution, without advice, and a day or two afterwards it is just as suddenly given up. Now these hasty decisions and sudden changes of purpose weaken

our characters very much: they make people think we are flighty, and not to be depended upon. Besides, they make us lose our character with ourselves. A boy should not only be anxious to stand well with others, but to secure his own esteem. You may, perhaps, think it is easy to do that, but not so easy as you think. After a few hasty decisions, which are suddenly given up, a boy begins to lose faith in himself. He thinks he cannot be steady and firm of purpose ; that there must be some defect in his nature that makes him so unstable.

No. 18.-JUNE, 1873.

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