father will be willing to leave you for the summer if he is away.
Now show me the baker's, the candy-shop, and the post-office," said
Miss Celia, as they rattled down the main street of the village.

Ben made himself useful, and when all the other errands were done,
received his reward in the shape of a new pair of shoes and a straw hat
with a streaming blue ribbon, on the ends of which shone silvery
anchors. He was also allowed to drive home, while his new mistress read
her letters. One particularly long one, with a queer stamp on the
envelope, she read twice, never speaking a word till they got back.
Then Ben was sent off with Lita and the Squire's letters, promising to
get his chores done in time for tea.

_(To be continued.)_

CRUMBS FROM OLDER READING.

BY JULIA E. SARGENT.

EMERSON.

"Who ever heard of Emerson?" I asked a room of third-reader pupils.
Nearly every hand came up, and the bright faces were full of interest.
What a delightful surprise! I did not expect to see more than two
hands, and here all were as interested as if I had said, "Who ever
heard of Hayes or Tilden?" All at once I remembered that, for more than
a week, every fence about the school had been covered with
circus-bills, bearing the name "Billy Emerson."

Sure enough he was the only Emerson those pupils knew about; for when I
said Ralph Waldo Emerson, one by one the hands came down. No one had
heard of him. Now I know no more of "Billy Emerson" than the children
knew of Ralph Waldo Emerson, but I am not afraid to say that the one I
know is better worth knowing.

For in papa's library, or on mamma's center-table, I have no doubt you
can find more than one book which he has written. When in his sermon
the minister tells what Emerson has said, you may be very sure he does
not quote "Billy." Papers and magazines all have something to say
concerning this man, whose books grown people read and talk about.

Who is he, then? His name is Ralph Waldo Emerson, and he writes books.

Very good; and what are people who write books called? Then Mr. Ralph
Waldo Emerson is an author. He lives in a republican country which has
Washington for its capital. He was born in the Bay State, in the
largest city of New England. He dwells now in a little town where a
battle was fought a hundred years ago, and the name of this town means
"harmony." You know where that is, do you not? He was born in 1803,
and, as this is 1878, every one of you boys a