ARBOR DA Y MANUAL. 
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LIFE’S FOREST TREES. 
HE day grows brief; the afternoon is slanting 
Down to the west; there is no time to waste. 
If you have any seed of good for planting, 
You must, you must make haste. 
Not as of old do you enjoy earth’s pleasures 
(The only joys that last are those-we give). 
Across the grave you cannot take gains, treasures ; 
But good and kind deeds live. 
I would not wait for any great achievement; 
You may not live to reach that far off goal. 
Speak soothing words to some heart in bereavement—• 
Aid some up-struggling soul.- 
Teach some weak life to strive for independence ; 
Reach out a hand to some one in sore need. 
Though it seem idle, yet in their descendants 
May blossom this chance seed. 
On each life path, like costly flowers faded 
And cast away, are pleasures that are dead ; 
Good deeds, like trees, whereunder, fed and shaded, 
Souls yet unborn may tread. 
Ella Wheeler Wilcox. 
HOW TO MAKE A WHISTLE. 
F IRST take a willow bough, 
Smooth, and round, and dark, 
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Slip the bark off carefully, 
So that it will not break, 
And cut a little ring 
Just through the outside bark 
And cut away the inside part, 
And then a mouth-piece make. 
Then tap and rap it .gently 
With many a pat and pound 
Now put the bark all nicely back 
And in a single minute, 
To loosen up the bark, 
So it may turn around. 
Just put it to your lips 
And blow the whistle in it. 
“ Nature's sepulchre is breaking, 
And the earth, her gloom forsaking, 
Into life and light is waking.” 
Phcebe Cary in “ Resurgam." 
