dued, and soothing him as he let himself be carried away by them. 9. He looked up at the great painted window above the altar, and remembered how, when a little boy, he used to try not to look through it at the elm trees and the rooks, before the painted glass came-and the subscription for the painted glass, and the letter he wrote home for money to give to it. And there, down below, was the name of the boy who sat on his right hand on that first day, scratched rudely in the oak paneling. 10. And then came the thought of all his old schoolfellows; and form after form of boys, nobler, and braver, and purer than he, rose up and seemed to rebuke him. Could he not think of them, and what they had felt and were feeling; they who had honored and loved from the first, the man whom he had taken years to know and love? Could he not think of those yet dearer to him who was gone, who bore his name and shared his blood, and were now without a husband or a father? 11. Then the grief which he began to share with others became gentle and holy, and he rose up once more, and walked up the steps to the altar; and while the tears flowed freely down his cheeks, knelt down humbly and hopefully, to lay down there his share of a burden which had proved itself too heavy for him to bear in his own strength. 12. Here let us leave him — where better could we leave him, than at the altar, before which he had first caught a glimpse of the glory of his birthright, and felt the drawing of the bond which links all living souls together in one brotherhood-at the grave beneath the altar of him who had opened his eyes to see that glory, and softened his heart till it could feel that bond? THOMAS HUGHES. LESSON LXXVI. O'NEIL'S BUFFALO HUNT. En vi'roned, surrounded; en- | Dis çi'ple, a scholar; a pupil. hunter. WE E were encamped at Bald Buttes and found it an excellent ground for hunting buffalo and trapping beaver. The weather was delightful, and, although environed by peril from hostile Indians and subjected to considerable hardship, we plunged into the excitements of the chase with joyful zest. 2. Among our number was a man by the name of O'Neil, a recent arrival in the country, and, of course, unaccustomed to the wild life of the West. Like most of his countrymen, he was a man of native wit and enterprise, and early manifested a desire to become proficient in hunting. It was not long before he got his first lesson as a disciple of Nimrod, which, as the sequel will show, proved also his last. 3. We instructed him that every man who went out of camp after game, was expected to bring in meat of some kind, or be disgraced as a hunter and subjected to the ridicule of his companions. O'Neil said he would agree to the terms and was ready to make his first attempt that evening. He picked up his rifle and started for a small herd of mountain buffalo in plain sight, only three or four hundred yards from camp. 4. We were all busy setting up our new camp, some of us erecting tents and some cooking supper, when we heard O'Neil's rifle in the distance, and shortly after he came running into camp, bare-headed, without his gun, and a mad buffalo close after him in pursuit. 5. It was a glorious race. Both were going at full speed, and O'Neil had every inducement to win in order to save himself from impalement upon the horns. of his furious pursuer. As he neared the tents, his hair electrified with fright and his eyes bulging from their sockets, he bawled, "Here we come! Stop us! For the love of heaven, stop us!" 6. Just as they dashed into camp, the buffalo not more than six feet behind, O'Neil, who looked like a flying monster and fairly gasped for breath, caught his toe in a tent-rope, and over he went into a puddle of water, head foremost, and in his fall capsized several camp kettles, one of which contained our supper. 7. But the buffalo did not escape, for mountain-men rarely allow anything to surprise them out of a good chance for a shot, and Shawner Jake and I leaped for our guns and dropped him before he had done any further damage. Of course we laughed at O'Neil when he got up from his involuntary bath, as a party of trappers show no mercy to any one who meets with a mishap of this kind. 8. He was equal to the occasion, however, and as he stood there with dripping clothes and face frescoed with mud, his mother-wit came to his relief and he declared he had accomplished the hunter's task, "For surely," said he, "haven't I fetched the meat into camp? and there was no bargain whether it should be dead or alive." 9. Next morning Kit Carson and I took his tracks and the buffalo's, and after hunting an hour or so, found his gun, though he had little use for it afterwards, as he preferred to cook and help about camp rather than expose himself again to the perils of hunting buffalo. CAPTAIN HOBBES. LESSON LXXVII. THE CLOSING SCENE. Rus'set, of a reddish-brown | Al'ien (al'yen), belonging to W another; foreign; a foreigner. Erst, first; once; formerly. Gărʼrụ loŭs, talkative; loqua cious. Ma'son, a man whose occupa tion is to lay bricks and stones in walls or structures of any kind. Dis'taff, the staff for holding the bunch of tow, wool, or flax, from which the thread is drawn in spinning by hand. ITHIN his sober realm of leafless trees The russet year inhaled the dreamy air, 2. The gray barns, looking from their hazy hills 3. All sights were mellowed and all sounds subdued, 4. The embattled forests, erewhile armed in gold, |