﻿58 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



when you grow up. You cannot see the truth of what I say now } 

 but you will see it before many years. Although your eyes behold 

 a roaring lion pictured out as plain as can be, yet by-and-by 

 things will change, and there will be a unicorn there. 



While I am writing, it seems to me that I can call to mind almost 

 perfectly the old school-house where I have spent many a long day. 



It was long since torn down. It was an old barn of a thing, with 

 Dare timbers overhead and a rickety floor underneath. 



I can sep ;he burly, though good-natured master, with his iron 



