May G. Hamblin recites perfectly the list of the sovereigns of England, as her mother testifies. George F. and Hattie L. Leet have repeated the same list in its order, with the date of each coronation, and also the five lines and five houses, with the names of the sovereigns included in each.

We wish there were room in the Post-office box to print the nine bright letters kindly sent to us by the principal of a school in Geneva, New York. They were selected by her from a number of letters to Harper's Young People submitted by her pupils as the regular weekly exercise in composition. Their merit is so nearly equal that we do not think it would be fair to choose one for publication and omit the others. So, with cordial thanks to Mrs. L. and to the little correspondents who like the paper so well, we simply print their names, and hope to hear from them again: Neva K., May E. B., Maggie M., Mabel S., Lizzie B., Philip B. R., Georgia H., May R., Carrie E. S.

C. Y. P. R. U.

Thoughts for the Commonplace-Book.—No, Jessie and Mary, I have not forgotten my promise to give you pretty poems and quaint passages now and then for you to copy in your commonplace-book. I have had so many questions to answer that my column has not been long enough for choice extracts, but here to-day are three, which you may take pains to write out in a fair hand, as the old writing-masters used to say. The first quotation I make for you to-day is from Friedrich Ruckert, a great German lyric poet, who was born at Schweinfurt, Bavaria, in 1788, and died at Coburg in 1866. The little poem contains a thought for every member of the C. Y. P. R. U.—a thought worth taking for a life motto:

SOLOMON AND THE SOWER.

In open field King Solomon
Beneath the sky sets up his throne;
He sees a sower walking, sowing,
On every side the seed-corn throwing.
"What dost thou there?" exclaimed the King.
"The ground can here no harvest bring;
Break off from such unwise beginning,
Thou'lt get no crop that's worth the winning."
The sower hears; his arm he sinks.
And, doubtful he stands still and thinks;
Then goes he forward, strong and steady,
For the wise King this answer ready:
"I've nothing else but this one field;
I've watched it, labored it, and tilled;
What further use of pausing, guessing?—
The corn from me, from God the blessing."
Translated by N. L. Frothingham.

The next thought is from the Green Book of Mrs. Maria Hare:

"The praises of others may be of use in teaching us not what we are, but what we ought to be."