f anyone corrected him
by saying, "Once one is one," his attention was arrested for a moment, and
he said, "Ah, right, once one is one;" and then resuming his walk, he
continued to repeat, "Once one is two." He died shortly after the traveler
left Berlin.

9. This affecting story, whether true or untrue, obviously abounds with
lessons of instruction. Alas! how easily is the human mind thrown off its
balance; especially when it is stayed on this world only, and has no
experimental knowledge of the meaning of the injunction of Scripture, to
cast all our cares upon Him who careth for us, and who heareth even the
young ravens when they cry.

DEFINITIONS.--1. Ex-te'ri-or, outward appearance. De-pict'ed, painted,
represented. 3. Con-tem-pla'tion, continued attention of the mind to one
subject. 4. Rev'e-nues, the annual income from taxes, public rents, etc.
Scru'pu-lous-ly, carefully. As-sid'u-ous, constant in attention.
Fi-nance', the income of a ruler or a state. Def'i-cit, lack, want.
Duc'at, a gold coin worth about $2.00. 6. De-fault'er, one who fails to
account for public money intrusted to his care. 9. Ob'vi-ous-ly, plainly.
In-junc'tion, a command.

X. ROBIN REDBREAST.

William Allingham (b. 1828, d. 1889) was born at Ballyshannon, Ireland.
His father was a banker, and gave him a good education in Irish schools.
He showed his literary tastes at an early date, contributing to
periodicals, etc. In 1850 he published his first volume of poems; in 1854
his "Day and Night Songs" appeared, and in 1864 a poem in twelve chapters
entitled "Lawrence Bloomfield in Ireland," His reputation was established
chiefly through his shorter lyrics, or ballad poetry. In 1864 he received
a literary pension.

1. Good-by, good-by to Summer!
For Summer's nearly done;
The garden smiling faintly,
Cool breezes in the sun;
Our thrushes now are silent,
Our swallows flown away,--
But Robin's here in coat of brown,
And scarlet brestknot gay.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
Robin sings so sweetly
In the falling of the year.

2. Bright yellow, red, and orange,
The leaves come down in hosts;
The trees are Indian princes,
But soon they'll turn to ghosts;
The leathery pears and apples
Hang russet on the bough;
It's autumn, autumn, autumn late,
'T will soon be winter now.
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear!
And what will this poor Robin do?