| A stands for America, our free, happy land, |
| And likewise Arabia, shrouded in sand; |
| While B stands for Belgium, and mighty Brazil, |
| Which such a big place on the atlas does fill. |
| For C we have China, and Corsica too, |
| Where the Emperor Napoleon from infancy grew; |
| And D is for Denmark, a brave little land, |
| Which gave birth to Andersen, charming and bland. |
| Next E stands for England, a wonderful power, |
| And also for Egypt, where Pyramids tower; |
| And F is for fertile and beautiful France, |
| The land of all chivalry, song, and romance. |
| For G we have Germany, Greenland, and Greece, |
| Whose praises the poets to sing will ne'er cease; |
| While H goes with Holland, a country most quaint, |
| Where they know how to fight, and they know how to paint. |
| For I we find India, colossal, immense. |
| And Ireland, confused by its rows and its rents. |
| While J goes with Java, and distant Japan, |
| Where for less than a penny they make you a fan. |
| Kamtchatka, I think, will do well for the K, |
| But it's awfully cold there, all travellers say; |
| While L's for Liberia, owned by the blacks, |
| Who work in the fields till the sun burns their backs. |
| M stands for Morocco and far Mozambique, |
| Where the breezes are hot on the maiden's brown cheek. |
| For N, let me see, there's Norway, I'm sure, |
| Whose peasants come here a good place to secure. |
| And O with Ohio can go very well, |
| And its future of promise no dreamer can tell. |
| We have Poland and Persia and Peru for P, |
| And big Patagonia, wild as can be, |
| While Queensland's the best I can find for the Q, |
| And is famous for swans which are coal black in hue. |
| For R there is Russia, the mighty and vast, |
| With a history stretching away to the past; |
| And S is for Sweden, and Sicily fair, |
| Where Mount Etna with lava oft darkens the air; |
| While T stands for Turkey and Tunis, you see; |
| And U is for Uruguay, plain as can be. |
| For V, Venezuela, with forests and vales, |
| Will do very well; and the W is Wales. |
| Near Japan there is Ximo, a beautiful isle, |
| Where Nature in all her green splendor doth smile; |
| While for Y Yucatan does most nicely exist, |
| And both Zealand and Zante can end the long list. |
Vol au Vent.
Warwick, New York.
I am a little girl twelve years old. I attend a very pleasant school not far from home, and have a good teacher. We read your paper at school. We take sixteen numbers for one class. I think Jimmy Brown's stories are the funniest. We read one paper through in a week; and I am so glad when the first of the week comes, so that we can have a new one. I enjoy reading the letters in your paper very much; but I have never seen one from Warwick yet, so I thought I would write one. I live on a farm not far from the village, and it is a very pleasant place. Our school yard is very large, and down at the lower end there is a creek, and there are some very large trees on the bank, and we eat our dinner there in the summer.
Carrie B.
Stockport, New York.
I send to you a queer dandelion. My little sister May picked it in our yard yesterday. There is another growing on the same plant like it. Please let me know if this is often met with; also, what you think of it.
Robbie V. R. R.