BY H. G. PAINE.
"Oh, dear!" said little Johnny Frost,
"Sleds are such different things!
When down the hill you swiftly coast
You'd think that they had wings;
"But when uphill you slowly climb,
And have to drag your sled,
It feels so heavy that you'd think
'Twas really made of lead.
"And all because an Englishman,
Sir Isaac Newton named,
Invented gravitation, and
Became unduly famed;
"While if he had reversed his law,
So folks uphill could coast,
It seems to me he would have had
A better claim to boast.
"Then coasting would all pleasure be;
To slide up would be slick!
And dragging sleds downhill would be
An awful easy trick!"
[STORIES OF PRESENCE OF MIND.]
BY DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS.
IN THE TOWER OF BERKELEY MANOR.
Catharine Burton was waiting in the hall, when Dr. Langsdale came from her father's room.
"Why don't you obey my orders?" he demanded. "I thought you were in bed an hour ago."
"I wanted to hear the latest news," she said, smiling apologetically. "How is he now, doctor?"
"Just as before—sleeping. He will come around all right, always provided he has absolute quiet. I am more alarmed about you. You have not slept for two nights, and your nerves are like the strings of a tuned violin. You must go straightaway to bed. And don't neglect taking that sleeping draught I gave you. Now, good-night."