caused it to run into the main conduit. 

 Then the little flags fell down one 

 after another, the instant the mole 

 touched them, and the observer and 



his assistants had an opportunity to 

 correctly record the speed of its course 

 for a short distance. C. C. M. 



THE OAK. 



What gnarled stretch, what depth of shade is his! 



There needs no crown to mark the forest's king; 

 How in his leaves outshines full summer's bliss! 



Sun, storm, rain, dew, to him their tribute bring, 

 Which he, with su h benignant royalt)- 



Accepts, as overpayeth what is lent; 

 All nature seems his vassal proud to be. 



And cunning only for his ornament. 



So, from oft converse with life's wintry gales, 



Should man learn how to clasp with tougher roots 

 The inspiring earth — how otherwise avails 



The leaf-creating sap that sunward shoots? 

 So every j^ear that falls with noiseless flake. 



Should fill old scars up on the stormward side. 

 And make hoar age revered for age's sake. 



Not for traditions of earth's leafy pride. 



-Loivcll. 



Mad I wist," quoth Spring to the swallow 



" That earth could forget me, k'ssecl 

 B)' summer, and lured to follow 

 Down ways that I know not, I, 

 M)' heart should have waxed n 't high, 

 Mid-March would have seen me die. 

 Had I wist." 



" Had 1 wist, O .Spring," sa'd the swallow, 

 " That hope was a sunlit mist, 

 And the faint, light heart of it hollow, 

 Th)' woods had not heard me sing; 

 Thy winds had not known my wing; 

 It had faltered ere thine did. Spring, 

 Had I wist." 



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