of the rocks; that years had become ages since they were placed where they now stood; that animals once lived among them, of a kind which could be no longer found upon the earth.

Such a study of the earth is called the science of Geology.

The poor sailor's son, Hugh Miller, became a great Geologist, writing many books upon the science which he loved so much.

After years of hard work, poor Hugh Miller died a very sad death in 1856.

Geology is the history of the earth and of its animals and plants, as found in its rocks.

A Geologist is one who understands the Science of Geology.

LANGUAGE LESSON.

1. Where was the Miller family?

2. To which nation did this family belong?

3. Tell the story of the "doggies."

4. Who was Hugh Miller?

5. What was Hugh's father's business?

6. What did Hugh study?

7. What did Hugh become?

8. Did Hugh write any books? What? 9. Do you know any facts of Geology?

THE TIDE RISES, THE TIDE FALLS.

The tide rises, the tide falls,

The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands, damp and brown, The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea in the darkness calls and

calls;

The little waves, with their soft, white

hands,

Efface the footprints in the sands,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;

The day returns, but nevermore

Returns the traveler to the shore,

And the tide rises, the tide falls.

HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.

I came here Tuesday. I wish I was back home. I feel like a "fish out of water." One cannot hollo, or run, or have any fun at all.

There is nothing here but houses; and they are almost all alike. I can tell one from another only when I see the numbers.

There are some large stores here, too. But there are no trees-except those in Central Park; and them, you can only look at. Everywhere you turn, in the "Park," you can read, "Keep off the grass." If you pick a leaf or a flower, you are in danger of being "taken up" by a policeman.

I don't like these city fellows. Most of them are too proud. They keep dressed up in their Sunday-clothes all the week.

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They think we, fellows from the country, are green." They expect us to open our mouths and eyes, too, in surprise at every

thing we see. But, I tell you, no one need be ashamed to open his eyes when he sees the Brooklyn Bridge! Why, the towers are about as high as the big elm down in our low-meadow lot. It's a mile long,-as far as from our barn, over to Fox Hill. There is nothing shaky about it, either.

We went, in a steamboat, down the river to the bay, on Wednesday. We were SO near Bedloe's Island, that I looked up at the face of Liberty, standing there.

Liberty is a pretty large woman. I guess that France must think it is true that, “The women run this country." If that's what this Liberty means-she looks able to do it.

At night, when I stood on Brooklyn Bridge, I saw plainly the light of her torch.

I think I'll be back in about a week; because the pickerel must be beginning to bite pretty well.

Give my love to father, and mother. Don't forget to give Charley his oats every day.

Your affectionate brother,

EUGENE CARROLL.

CHOOSING A KING OF ANIMALS.

The lion was dead, and all the animals gathered at his den to tell the lioness, his widow, how sorry they all were for her. She, poor thing! was making the hills and the woods echo with her roars of grief.