Give, give, be always giving;
Who gives not is not living.
The more we give
The more we live.
Grammar.—A school teacher, near Dawson, Ga., having instructed a pupil to purchase a grammar, the next day received a note, thus worded, from the child’s mother:—“I do not desire for Lula shall ingage in grammar as i prefer her ingage in yuseful studies and can learn her how to spoke and write properly myself. I have went through two grammars and can’t say as they did me no good. I prefer her ingage in german and drawing and vokal music on the piano.”
The Book of the Sky.
The great French writer, Victor Hugo, wrote delightful letters to his children, as we might expect from the fond and playful author of L’Art d’être Grandpère. From one of them we take the following passage. It occurs in a letter sent from Boulogne to his favourite daughter.
“All day,” he says, “I was looking at churches and pictures and then at night I gazed at the sky, and thought once more of you as I watched that beautiful constellation, the Chariot of God, which I have taught you to distinguish among the stars.
“See, my child, how great God is, and how small we are. Where we put dots of ink He puts suns. These are the letters which He writes. The sky is His book. I shall bless God if you are always able to read it, and I hope you may.”
Answer to Triple Acrostic I. ([p. 299]).