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great golden eagle, the pride, but also the pest, of the village.

3. The savage bird stooped down over the party of villagers for a moment in its flight, and then soared' away with something in its talons.

4. One piercing shriek from a woman's voice was heard, and then the cries of the villagers, exclaiming, "Hannah Lamond's child! Hannah Lamond's child! The eagle has carried it off!"


5. In an instant, many hundred feet were hurrying towards the mountain, whither the eagle had flown. Two miles of hill and dale, copse and shingle," lay between; but in a short time the foot of the mountain was covered with people.

6. The eyry (which is the name for an eagle's nest) was well known, and both of the old birds were visible on the ledge of a high rock. But who could scale that dizzy cliff, which even Jack Stewart, the sailor, had attempted in vain ?

7. All the villagers stood gazing, and weeping, and wringing their hands, yet not daring to venture up a cliff which seemed to afford them no footing.

8. Hannah Lamond, meanwhile, was sitting on a rock beneath the mountain, as pale as death, with her eyes fixed on the eyry. No one had hitherto noticed her, for every eye was, like hers, fixed on the eyry.


9. Presently she started up, crying out, "Only last Sunday was my sweet child baptized!" and dashed through the brakes, over the huge stones, and up the precipice, faster than the hunter in pursuit of game. No one doubted that she would be dashed to pieces. But the thought of her infant in the talons of the eagle seemed to give the wretched mother strength. On she

went, in spite of the dangers to which she was exposed on the fearful precipice up which she was climbing.

10. As she drew near the eyry, the eagles dashed by, so close to her head that she could see the yellow light of their wrathful eyes. They did not hurt her, but flew to the stump of an ash tree, which jutted out of a corner in the cliff near her. The poor mother passed on, and, having at length reached the dreaded spot, fell across the eyry, in the midst of the bones with which it vas strewed, and clasped her child alive in her arms.

11. There it lay unhurt and at rest, wrapped up just as she had laid it down to sleep in the harvest field. The little creature gave a feeble cry, and she screamed out, "It lives! it lives!"

12. Binding her darling to her waist with her handkerchief, and scarcely daring to open her eyes, she slid down the shelving rocks, to a small piece of root-bound earth. Her fingers seemed to have gained new strength, as she swung herself down by broom, and heather, and dwarf birch, striking her feet from time to time against the sharp-edged rocks. But she felt no pain.


13. The side of the precipice now became steep as the wall of a house; but it was matted with ivy, whose thick, tough stems clung to the rock, and formed a ladder, down which she swung herself; while her neighbors, far below on their knees, were watching her, thinking each moment she would be killed.

14. Again she touched earth and stones. She heard a low bleating beside her, and, looking round, saw a goat, with two little kids: she followed their track down the rest of the precipice. Her rugged path became easier as she went on, and brought her at length to the foot of the mountain again, among her neighbors

and friends, who, a few moments before, had scarcely dared to hope they should ever see her again.

15. On first reaching the ground, her strength failed, and she fell fainting to the earth. The crowd that had gathered round, to welcome her, now stood back to give her air. She was soon well again, and joined them in giving thanks to God, who had saved her child and herself in the hour of danger.

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1. SUN, bright Sun, come out of the sky;
Put your hard work for a minute by;
Give up for a while your endless round,
And come and play with me on the ground:
But the Sun said, No.

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2. Wind, cold Wind, with your whistle and roar,
Pray do not toy with the waves any more;
Come frolic' with me,-that's a good old breeze,-
In the orchard green 'neath the apple trees:
But the Breeze said, No.

8. O, Water clear! as you flow along,

Come close to my feet, and sing me a song;
Don't go forever that endless way,

But pause for a moment and with me stay:
But the Stream said, No.

4. Little Bluebird on the high tree-top,
You have nothing to do, and you will stop;
I'll show you a way to build a nest,
An easy way, the nicest and best:
But the Bird said, No.

5. Sun, Water, and Wind, and Bird say, No. I, too, to my task will quickly go;

I must not be idle alone all the day,

But when my work's done, can I come and play!
And they all said, Yes.

1 FROLIC. To be playful or merry.

'NEATH. Beneath, under.

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1. THERE was once upon a time a bundle of Matches, and they were very proud of their high descent. Their genealogical' tree that is to say, the great fir tree, of which each of them was a chip- had been once a very stately old tree in the forest. But now these Matches

lay on the shelf between a Flint and Steel and an old Iron Saucepan, and to them they told most wonderful stories about their younger days.

2. "Ah, while we were still on the green bough, then were we indeed in our glory!" said they. "Pearl tea morning and evening,- that was the dew: the run shone on us the whole day, when he did shine; and all the little birds were obliged to amuse us with many songs or touching stories. We could easily seo that we were rich; for the other trees were dressed in green only in summer, whilst our family possessed the means of wearing green both winter and summer. But the wood-cutters came. That was the great revolution.*


3. "Then our family was divided. He whom we looked upon as our chief support got a place as a mainmast in a large ship, that could sail round the world if it liked. The other branches were placed in various situations. Now our vocation is to give light, and therefore we, people of high pedigree as we are, have come here into the kitchen."


4. "Ah! my fate has been very different," said the Iron Saucepan, near which the Matches lay. "From the very moment that I came into the world I've been scoured and boiled, O, how often! I always side with the respectable and conservative, and belong, in reality, to the very first in the house.


5. "My sole pleasure is to lie down, nice and clean, after dinner, and to have a little rational' talk with my comrades; but if I except the Bucket, that now and then goes into the yard, we live here in a very retired and quiet life. Our only newsmonger is the Coal Scuttle; but he talks so absurdly about the people' and 'the government,' that a short time age an old Earthen



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