Helen has so much more time than the editor of Young People, that the better way will be for her to send her German letter, and let us see how well she can write in that language, which we are very glad she is studying. What a number of lessons our little nine, ten, and eleven year old friends have to learn, to be sure! And the queerest thing about it, dears, is that, no matter how old we may grow, we shall still have lessons to learn, and some of them harder than those you find in your Third Readers and language lessons.
Away from Home.—Children, how would you like to have been passengers on the British steamer Glamorgan, which arrived in Boston Harbor on the morning of the 1st of May? She reported that on April 25, latitude 46° 20', longitude 42° 30', she passed an iceberg fully five hundred feet high. On the iceberg were a number of polar bears. Now please take your maps, and trace the route by which these travellers must have come from the arctic seas to reach the part of the Atlantic where the Glamorgan's passengers saw them. Where is latitude 46° 20', and longitude 42° 30'? Whose little finger will point to it first? But the Glamorgan's adventures were not ended. On April 26 she ran into a field of ice, and steaming along its southern edge, she passed one hundred large icebergs, on which were polar bears and seals, taking their ease quite comfortably. I wonder what the polar bears thought of the strange world into which they were drifting southward, poor things?
C. Y. P. R. U.
Our Little Poets' Corner.—We group together several bits of verse received from little poets. The first is written by a dear child who has only seen eight summers:
SUMMER.
Summer is near, O summer is near;
Winter leaves with a good-by cheer;
The grasses sprout,
And the trees bloom out—
Summer is near, O summer is near.
The birdies do sing, O the birdies do sing!
And so loud the merry bells ring!
For summer brings
Such beautiful things;
Summer is near, O summer is near!
Daisy Severance, Middlebury, Vt.
The author of "Thistle-Down" is only eleven, and her little poem is very sweet too: