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a large town, hoping to receive some money for an orphans' home. The lecture was well attended, and he received quite a sum of money, which he carried away in his pocketbook, feeling very happy about it. As he was driving in a buggy to another town, he came to a lonely piece of road, late in the afternoon, and was just thinking what a good place it was for robbers when he saw a bad-looking man come out of the woods in front of him, and go slowly along as if waiting until he came up.

"The thought of the money made grandfather rather anxious, and at first he thought he would turn around and drive away. But the horse was tired, and then he did not like to suspect the man, so he kept on. When he came nearer, and saw how poor and sick and ragged the stranger looked, his heart reproached him, and stopping, he said in his kind voice:—

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'My friend, you look tired; let me give you a lift.' "The man seemed surprised, hesitated a minute, and then got in. He did not seem inclined to talk, but grandfather kept on in his wise, cheerful way, speaking of what a hard year it had been, how much the poor had suffered and how difficult it was to get on sometimes. The man slowly softened a little, and, won by the kind chat, told his story,-how he had been sick, could get no work, had a family of children, and was almost in despair.

"Grandfather was so full of pity that he forgot his

fear, and asking the man his name, said he would try to get him work in the next town, as he had friends there. Wishing to get his pencil and paper to write down the address, grandfather took out his plump pocketbook, and the minute he did so, the man's eye was on it. Then grandfather remembered what was in it, and trembled, but said quietly:

""Yes, I have a little sum here for some poor orphans. I wish it were my own, I would gladly give you some of it. I am not rich, and I know many of the trials of the poor; this five dollars is mine, and I want to give it for your children.'

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"The hard, hungry look in the man's eyes changed to a grateful one as he took the small sum, freely given, and left the orphans' money untouched. He rode on with grandfather until they approached the town, then he asked to be set down. Grandpa shook hands with him, and was about to drive on, when the man said, as if something made him:

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''I was desperate when we met, and I meant to rob you, but you were so kind I could not do it. God bless you, sir, for keeping me from it!'"'

"Did grandpa ever see him again?" asked all, eagerly. "No, but I believe the man found work, and did not try robbery any more."

"That was a queer way to treat him; I would have knocked him down," said Dan.

"Kindness is always better than force. Try it and see," answered Uncle Fritz, rising to go.

"Tell another story, please," cried a number of voices. "No, I have paid my forfeit, and I must go."

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-FROM "LITTLE WOMEN,' BY LOUISA M. ALCOTT.

NOTE.-A. world-wide famous book for young people, and should be read by every boy and girl.

Teach me to feel another's woe;

To hide the fault I see;

That mercy I to others show,

That mercy show to me.

-POPE

LESSON IV.

Helen Hunt Jackson,

HELEN HUNT JACKSON.

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known by her initials "H. H.," a
noted writer of both prose and
poetry. She was born in Amherst,
Mass., in 1830; died at San Fran-
cisco, Cal., in 1885, and was buried
in Colorado. She was the daughter
of Professor Fiske, of Amherst Col-
lege. She was married twice.
first husband, Major Hunt, died dur-
ing the Civil War, and five years
afterwards she married Mr. Jack-
son, and made her home in Colo-
rado. Her life in Colorado and her
travels brought to her notice the
wrongs done the Indians by our
government. She took up their
cause, and, after careful investiga-
tion, wrote "A Century of Dis-

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honor," in which she showed how the red men had been robbed of their lands. The government made her a commissioner to examine into the condition of the Mission Indians of California; she did the work thoroughly, and made an able report.

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At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer's best of weather,
And autumn's best of cheer.

-HELEN HUNT JACKSON.

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He made the streams so wide

That flow through wood and vale;

He made the rills so small

That leap down hill and dale.

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