only requires to be painted. The best colors to use will be, for the outside, white, relieved by a narrow stripe of blue; and for the inside a light blue. The seats might be made more comfortable by tying or nailing a small cushion upon them; and the boat is finished. We shall be glad to hear if any of "Our Boys" make a boat. DOCTOR JALAP. A MEDICAL BALLAD. T1 BY GENEVIEVE. HE morn was fair, the sky was clear, As Dr. Jalap started forth His patients for to see. Thus to himself he said, To see this morning's light; Poor soul! Who will take care of her, And who will pay my bill?” The doctor stopped before the house; ORIGINAL DIALOGUE. THE LITTLE GYPSY GIRL. DRAMATIZED FROM THE FRENCII BY JAMES L. ROBINSON. [CONCLUDED.] SCENE III. - The Porter's Lodge at the Hotel des Porcherons; DAME JACQUARD spinning or reeling yarn; DAME MATHURINE, the Housekeeper, knitting. Both women should be dressed in dark dresses, with white neckerchiefs and high Normandy caps. Dame Mathurine. You see, Dame Jacquard, it's very lonely at the great house, nowadays; and it comforts me to bring my knitting and have an hour's gossip with you of an evening. Dame Jacquard. Indeed, Dame Mathurine, we are always glad of your good company. Dame M. Listen! what is that noise? Enter JACQUARD, with a bunch of large keys. Jacquard. Good women, do you hear that loud knocking at the street door? Dame M. Indeed, I do hear it! I am not deaf. But do not open, I beg you. It can be for no good that any one knocks at such an hour as this. Jacquard. Bad people seldom knock at all, He climbed the stairs; he reached the room dame; they get in without knocking. Per Where poor Sam Jones had been. And there Sam sat, as sure as fate, 66 Eating some meat and bread; 'Why, Sam, how's this?" the doctor cried, "I thought that you were dead! Your 'sands of life' had almost run The last time I was here; And now I find you sitting up, Eating, and drinking beer!" "All true," said Sam; "but listen, friend; The reason's very plain; I'll tell you how it came about That I began to gain, And how I happen to be here, Eating a good beefsteak; That last dose that you left me, sir, WATER-DRINKERS were so few in ancient times that a list of them - perhaps not quite complete is given by Athenæus, in his discourse on water. The same writer says that Mago, the Carthaginian, passed three times through the African desert, eating dry meal, and never drinking at all. haps it is our young master. Young men nowadays seem to think the curfew bell intended to tell them the hour to go out; whereas the curfew means, Go in; shut yourself up; put out your fires; blow out your candles Dame M. (Interrupting.) And do not open the doors to those who knock after proper hours. M. Barbier. (Entering.) Jacquard, you must be deaf! Somebody has been knocking this hour. Jacquard. But, sir, who can it be at this time of night? M. Barbier. Instantly go and see! [Exit JACQUARD. Dame M. (Rising and courtesying.) As I am an old servant of the family, and had the honor to hold you in my arms when you were a baby, may I make bold to observe that any one who knocks at so late an hour can only be a vagabond, or some person who has been assaulted? M. Barbier. In that case it is only Christian duty to render them all help in our power. Jacquard. (Entering.) Sir, there are two poor young creatures lying by the gate one dead, and the other not far from it. M. Barbier. But, surely, it could not have been either of them that knocked so loud and long. Jacquard. No, your honor; it was a man who was passing by; and when I opened the door, he said, as he went away,, "Will you see what can be the matter of these poor creatures? I must be off home, for the streets of Paris are not safe after curfew." But what are we to do with them? M. Barbier. Bring them into the house. The women will care for the poor things. Dame M. Take them into the house! Surely your honor will not think of it! A thousand pardons, my master, for thus seeming to stand in the way of any good action of yours. But such dreadful things have been done, lately, by a band of Gypsies under command of Wooden Leg, as they call him, that no one is safe. These wretches take any form they choose. They are old, young, homely, handsome, hunchbacked, lame, blind, at will. O, sir, take your old nurse's advice: do not bring them in. We will take them broth, wine, covering anything you like; but make them stay outside. M. Barbier. Woman, you speak too much. Jacquard, you must not mind Mathurine. Do as I order you; bring in the children; I will help you. [Exeunt M. BARBIER and JACQuard. Dame M. What a piece of folly! Dame F. God grant that my master do not have cause to repent of it. Enter M. BARBIER carrying ALICE, and JACQUARD supporting SARAH; the women look curiously on. M. Barbier. Don't stand idle, women. Get some wine and broth; this little creature is almost dead for want of food. (He lays her on a couch, and the women give cordials to them.) Dame M. (To SARAH.) There! open your eyes, and keep them open! You are well enough now, I'll be bound! Sit up straight in your chair-so! and see if you can give an account of yourself! M. Barbier. Tell me, children, who are you, and whither were you going? Sarah. My sister Alice and I are two poor orphans. We live by the charity of the public. In the day we wander through the streets, and at night we sleep where we can; but this evening our strength failed; we could go no farther than your gate; we had eaten nothing since morning. weeps silently.) (While SARAH talks, ALICE M. Barbier. Where do you intend to put them to sleep, Mathurine? Dame M. I am sure I need not be particular, sir; the stable or any of the offices will do. M. Barbier. Cannot you put them in some closet near your room, dame? Sarah. O, your honor, the stable will do quite well; my sister and I are not used to sleep upon beds. Alice. O, sir, please put us in the closet; and if you are afraid to trust us, please lock us in. (SARAH scowls and makes threatening gestures to ALICE.) M. Barbier. How is this? It seems that you (Sarah) do not want to be locked in, and that you (Alice) do. Well, we will lock up the one who wants to be locked up, and the other can go to the stable. Alice. O, sir, for mercy's sake do not separate us! M. Barbier. Child, you are a perfect mystery. Alice. O, sir, I can tell nothing till morning. (SARAH scowls and shakes her fist at her to keep still.) Dame M. In the morning we shall all have our throats cut, I doubt not. Alice. No, no; you will be safe if you do as I say. Lock us in a dungeon, or anywhere you please, and don't open the gates of the hotel till morning; then all will be well. M. Barbier. This is all very strange. However, do as the little one says. Lock them in one of the cellar dungeons. Station a guard at the hotel doors. In the morning I will investigate this strange affair. [Exeunt M. BARBIER and JACQUARD with the two girls. The curtain falls. SCENE IV. The Porter's Lodge. DAME JACQUARD setting the breakfast table. Enter DAME MATHURINE. thurine; and how did you sleep, after your Dame F. Good morrow to you, Dame Mafright? Dame M. Poorly enough. I do assure you I had not ten winks of sleep all night long. I heard the signal for the massacre of us all. As sure as this is my right hand, three times Enter M. BARBIER. Dame M. (Courtesying.) Good morrow, my dear master. Thank Heaven, I see you alive! What with the fright and the strange noises last night, I thought we should all be | Mother Verduchene on a begging tramp in dead before morning! Enter JACQUARD, leading SARAH and ALICE. Dame M. There you are, you little wretches! I could beat you well for frightening honest Christians out of their sleep. the environs of Paris; and, as we were pass- M. Barbier. Mathurine, be silent. They have done no harm. We are all alive and well. Child, come here to me! (He takes ALICE by the hand, and, lifting her head, looks closely at her face.) Your face is not strange, and the tones of your voice I surely have heard before. I could not sleep last night for thinking of you. Tell me truly, unhappy child, who and what you are. Where did you get this? (Examining a locket on her neck.) Alice. Don't take it off, sir; please don't. city, and they took the child with them. She It has never been off my neck. has been with them ever since, and that is all. M. Barbier. And what is this inscription upon it? I cannot make it out. (Looks closely at it.) - M. Barbier. (Embracing ALICE.) O, my daughter! my own long-lost daughter! Well Alice. It says, "Never part with it.” And | do I remember how your baby lips used to lisp I never do, sir. I wear it always. M. Barbier. Merciful Heaven! Can it be? Speak quick, child! Tell me where you got this locket. Who gave it to you? Alice. It is my own, sir; my very own. I always had it; and I had a great many other things too so Sarah tells me; but they were gold, and they took them away from me: this was worth nothing; so they let me have it. M. Barbier. Sarah! Who is Sarah? Alice. This is Sarah, sir; she knows all about me, I am sure, though she would never tell me. M. Barbier. Sarah, who is this child? Speak, and speak the truth; and, whatever may be your answer, you are at liberty to go where you please. Sarah. (Weeping.) O, sir, the night is past; my friends are now far away. I cannot harm them by telling the truth. those words, "Never part!" O, my God, I thank thee! My child! my child! Alice. O, can it be true? My father! my own father! But Sarah! - dear father, she has always been good to me. M. Barbier. Sarah shall always stay with you, if you like it, my child. (ALICE puts her arms round SARAH and kisses her.) M. Barbier. O, my daughter! how shall we thank and love the gracious God who has preserved you innocent, pure, and virtuous amid a gang of wretches! Surely his providential M. Barbier. In mercy tell it, then! Tell it care over you, my sweet child, is a proof that quickly! there are no possible circumstances in which the way of duty is not open to us, if we have but honest purpose of heart to walk therein. Sarah. Alice and I are part of a gang of Gypsies who were to leave Paris last night, and for whom we were to open the gates of your hotel. I promised the chief that I would do it; and I would have done it too, but that Alice got you to lock us up in the dungeon. There's the truth for you. Dame M. Ay, ay! Didn't I tell you so? Sarah. She is, like myself, sir, a stolen child. About eleven years ago, sir, I was with IN the seventeenth century, when there was great opposition to the erecting and decorating of May-poles, one author gives, as his reason for opposing the celebration of May-day, that the May-poles were generally stolen. "There were two May-poles set up in my parish," he says: "the one was stolen, and the other was given by a professed Papist." I 3 5 6 7 THE ORATOR. DIRECTIONS-Words in SMALL CAPITALS should be emphasized: words in CAPITALS should be strongly emphasized. The numbers refer to the gestures represented in the margin; and when followed by the sign +, the position should be continued to the next number. The gesture should correspond with the emphasis. The asterisks indicate the more important rhetorical pauses. 'TIS THE RED JACKET. BY GEORGE M. BAKER. FIERCE FOR THE CONFLICT, sturdy, true, and He HURRIES forth to battle and to save. Devouring all they coil themselves about, WRAP the frail structure in a CLOAK OF FIRE! BORN FOE IN VAIN ATTEMPTS their power to OVERTHROW; IS a COLD, BLEAK night! with With mocking "GLEE they revel with their prey, The north winds "BEAT and CLAMOR at the door; The drifted 'SNOw lies heaped along the street, 'SWEPT by a BLINDING STORM of HAIL and SLEET; The 'CLOUDED HEAVENS no guiding starlight lend, But o'er the **EARTH in gloom and And SEE! far up above the flame's hot breath, STANDS, like a phantom, 'mid the horrid Her pale, sweet face against the window While SOBS of TERROR shake her tender breast. pressed, And from the crowd beneath. in accents wild, Gigantic "SHADOWS, by the night A mother SCREAMS, “O GOD! MY CHILD, darkness bend; lamps thrown, Dance their WEIRD REVELS fitfully alone. MY CHILD!” 10 UP GOES A LADDER! Through the STARTLED THRONG In +LOFTY HALLS, where fortune A hardy fireman 'sWIFTLY moves along; takes its ease, Sunk in the treasures of all lands and seas; In +HAPPY HOMES, where warmth and comfort meet The weary traveller with their smiles to greet; In +LOWLY DWELLINGS, where the needy swarm Round starving embers, chilling limbs to warm, Mounts sure and fast ALONG the SLENDER FEARING no DANGER, DREADING but The stifling smoke-clouds 'LOWER in his path; But UP, still up he goes! the goal is 3won! 8 Rises the 3PRAYER that makes the And In BURN and BEAT his ladder to the ground; FLAMING COLUMNS move with quick ened beat, To rear a "MASSIVE wall 'gainst his RETREAT. SO PURE, SUFFERING HUMANITY must thy loss DEPLORE; LIVE, And heart-beats QUICKEN with a 3CROWNED with all honors NOBLENESS can strange affright; From tranquil slumbers SPRINGS, at duty's call, The READY friend no danger can appall; give. NAY, NOT SO FAST; SUBDUE these gloomy FEARS; "BEHOLD! he QUICKLY on the roof appears, BEARING the TENDER CHILD, his jacket warm FLUNG round her SHRINKING FORM to guard from harm. INV NVENTIONS commonly supposed to be recent often turn out to be of ancient date. Something very like printing was in use by 3+UP WITH YOUR LADDERS! Quick! the Egyptian monarchs, who stamped their 'tis but a chance! Behold, how "FAST the ROARING FLAMES ADVANCE! QUICK! 10 QUICK! brave spirits, to his rescue FLY; names on bricks. The inscriptions found on Babylonian bricks also appear to have been impressed with a stamp, and a similar practice was common in China at a very remote epoch. Interlinear translations are also very ancient, UP! UP! By HEAVENS! this HERO and were not, as might be supposed, invented must not die! SOON after the telescope was invented, some men, we are told, carried to so great a length their devotion to the Greek philosopher Aristotle that they refused to look through that instrument, lest they might have to change a few of their favorite notions. Not many years later, however, when this same class of men could no longer doubt the evidences of their senses, they asserted that it was from a passage of Aristotle, where he attempts to explain why stars become visible in the daytime when viewed from the bottom of a deep well, that the idea of the telescope was borrowed. for the benefit of those students who think the easiest way through college is the best. The earliest race that is known to have inhabited Babylonia go by the name of the Akkadi; and this people not only understood the art of writing, but they had an abundant literature. Their works were written on tablets of baked clay, in letters or characters composed of arrow-headed or wedge-shaped marks, and commonly called cuneiform characters. These Babylonian tablets were collected into libraries, and kept in various temples and palaces. Later they were copied by the Assyrians, and accompanied by interlinear translations, to explain the Akkad language to the Assyrians. We often see in old books a word placed under the last line of one page and repeated at the top of the next. The Akkadi had an arrangement equivalent to this, only, instead of catch-words, they had catch-lines. At the end of the inscription on one tablet a line was drawn, and the first line of the tablet next in the series was written. As one of their works sometimes consisted of more than a hundred tablets, and these tablets could not be bound in a volume, it was only by these catchlines that a reader could find the separate parts of his book. BE persistent in your play as well as in your work. No man ever accomplished much in life who was not persistent in both work and play. When we see a boy throw away his kite because it will not at once fly as high as he desires, or give up his little garden because one year he was not successful, we feel assured that that boy will never be rich, great, or remarkable for anything, unless by shining with reflected light. No boy or girl, who studies the mechanism of the human frame, and observes the wonderful way in which it is made, will ever become an atheist. Carlyle says, "Whoso lays his hand upon a human body touches a piece of heaven." |