Edwin was half disposed to cry; but then he thought that crying was no way to get out of trouble. He took a survey of the Atlantic Ocean, and wondered how deep it was where his ship wend down.
Then taking off his shoes and stockings, and rolling up his pantaloons, he waded in, and succeeded, with the aid of a long stick, in saving "The Uncle George."
"Hurrah! Well done, little one!" shouted a boy on the other side. The tall boy again launched into poetry, and cried out,—
"Weigh the vessel up, once dreaded by our foes!
Her timbers yet are sound; and she may float again,
Full charged with England's thunder, and plough the distant main."
Alfred Selwyn.
IN HONOR OF ROSA'S BIRTHDAY
Charles.—Am I right madam? is not this Miss Rosa's birthday?