ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 



Emblems of the clinging loves his manhood knew. 

 May thy heart of oak like his be always tme. 



And may thy branches o'er us sway, 



And in their rustling accents say. 



Repeating oft, "A psalm of life, " 



To us who come worn with the strife. 



And may its wisdom guide our way 



Until shall dawn our Arbor Day. 



Suggestions by the author. 



"Little Maid " enters the grounds with a small pick, hoe and spade, in her 

 hand, followed by her class. 



They arrange themselves around the place where the tree is to be planted, in 

 the form of a half circle, if you please. 



She now holds up to view the young tree, with moss, maiden hair and violets 

 clinging to its roots. 



She begins speaking, holding the sapling until she says, "This sapling I 

 transplant," etc. 



She now stands it in the hole prepared for it, and a young lad of the class if 

 there be one, and if not, another girl steps forward and steadies the tree while 

 one of the class steps forward and throws in some dirt, enough so it will stand 

 only one shovel full if it will do and steps back. After she has finished 

 her recitation, each member of the class in passing out will pick up the 

 shovel and deposit sand. After they have gone to their seats, the young boy 

 who was holding the tree up will recite Longfellow's " Psalm of Life," or some 

 other appropriate poem by the same author. 



Or if thought best, let him recite it immediately after she is through, with the 

 class still standing. 



St. J itgustine, Fla. MRS. B. C. RUDE. 



THE GOLDEN ROD. 



FROM the flying train, behold, 

 Ever changing fields of gold, 

 Sunny slopes in luster laid, 

 And old gold the hills in shade; 

 Golden, golden ! Wave the plume, 

 Freedom's followers give thee room ; 

 Unsubdued by wit of man, 

 Symbol flower, American. 



Like a bit of sky at night, 

 Full of constellation light, 

 Comes the vision of thy plume 

 Bending o'er with starry bloom, 

 Sunshine, dew and burnished gold, 

 Each declare the story old, 

 How in endless chain of thought 

 "Wisdom unto wonder wrought. 



Symbol flow'r American, 

 Underneath I see thy plan 

 Brotherhood of stems that run 

 Closer till they meet in one. 

 Type of higher federation 

 States unite, and lo, a nation ! 

 To the world the lesson give, 

 How to govern, how to live. 



Rich the bounty, here we see, 

 To a people ever free; 

 Plenty flows as beauty beams 

 In a thousand golden streams. 

 To a nation, golden rod 

 Lifts its head above the sod, 

 Love and justice to propose, 

 Gold for friends, the rod for foes. 



VICK'S MAGAZINE. 



