PAGU OBJECT LESSONS- Dinner Table- Knives and Forks, Iron, Plates and Dishes, Knife Tea, Coffee. Glass, Iron. 27-29 SENTENCES TO BE CORRECTED SENTENCES TO BE WRITTEN FROM MEMORY. Sir W. Scott's School Days, Anecdote of * Skylark, The 21, 29, 74, 94, 96 Sir W. Scott 84 James Hogg 108 Archbishop Trench 162 R. Herrick 18 83 Volcanoes Water, What, can do *We must be Free or Die *Wild Flowers Wolf, The, in Sheep's Clothing SEE how the mist clings to the points of the heather leaves, and makes drops. If the hot sun came out the drops would dry, and they would vanish into the air in light warm steam. But now that it is dark and cold they drip, or run down the heather stems, to the ground. And whither do they go then? Whither will the water go,-hundreds of gallons of it perhaps, which has dripped and run through the heather in this single day? It will sink into the ground, you know. And then what will become of it ? Now come to the edge of the glen, and I will show you the mist that fell yesterday, perhaps, coming out of the ground again, and hard at work. You know of what an odd, and indeed of what a pretty form all these glens are; how the flat moor ends suddenly in a steep rounded bank, almost like the crest of a wave-ready like a wave-crest to fall over, and as you know, falling over sometimes, bit by bit, where the soil is bare. Oh! yes, you are very fond of those banks. It is "awfully jolly," as you say, scrambling up and down them, in the deep heath and fern; besides, there are plenty of rabbit-holes there, because they are all sand; while there are no rabbit-holes on the flat above, because it is all gravel. Yes; you know all about it: but you know too that you must not go too far down these banks, much less roll down them, because there is almost certain to be a bog at the bottom, lying upon a gentle slope, and there you get wet through. All round these hills, you see the same shaped glens-the wave-crest along their top, and at the foot of the crest a line of springs which run out over the slopes, or well up through them in deep sand-galls, as you call them-shaking quagmires which are sometimes deep enough to swallow |