SEEING THINGS RIGHT. 



Once, on gazing far up into the sky, 

 watching for a bird, which I had seen a 

 minute before — a fly passed near my 

 nose. Immediately I thought I had 

 espied my hawk, near the clouds. 



At another time, on looking for a bee 

 to pass near where I stood, a pigeon 

 crossed my vision, at a distance. The 

 pigeon became the looked-for bee, to 

 me. 



A small thing may become dispropor- 



tionately large to us, when near — while 

 a great thing may seem very small at a 

 distance. 



An eminent educator has denned edu- 

 cation as the power to see great things 

 large, and little things small. 



Let us seek for education of this kind, 

 rather than to judge the proportion of 

 things by our first imperfect vision, too 

 often influenced by imagination and our 

 previous expectations. 



Mathilde C. Hellwig. 



BOUNCING BET. 



A long, long time ago, in some old-fashioned garden, 

 With queer box-bordered beds, shapely, trim and neat, 



There grew a slender blossom, faintly pink, and dainty, 

 Prized because of perfume delicately sweet. 



Mayhap 'twas Arlington, it might have been Mount Vernon. 



Some quaint garden, cultured many years ago, 

 Wherein this blossom sweet, encompassed by close borders, 



Like nun in cloister safe, nothing else did know. 



But when neglect crept in and spoiled the old-time garden, 



And the close box border fell to gaping wide, 

 Then did this dainty blossom, plucking up her courage, 



Slip out through the hedge and ramble off outside. 



The freedom turned her head ; the new world was entrancing. 



And she tarried not for sunshine or for rain, 

 But ran off to the meadows, under fences creeping, 



So she wandered far, by country road and lane. 



And this is why we find her, any day in summer, 



By the roadside corners, straying at our feet, 

 Grown a country blossom, so venturesome and hardy, 



Still the old-time perfume keeps her ever sweet. 



. — Taen Flower. 



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