bent on driving that ball out on the opposite side.

Here comes young Brooke; he goes in as straight as you, but keeps his head, and backs and bends, holding himself still behind the ball, and driving it furiously when he gets a chance.

Here come Speedicut, and Flashman the schoolhouse bully, with shouts and great action. Won't you two come up to young Brooke, after the game, with "Old fellow, wasn't that just a splendid scrimmage by the three trees!" But he knows you, and so do we. You don't really want to drive that ball through that scrimmage, chancing all hurt for the glory of the schoolhouse - but to make us think that is what you want―a vastly different thing; and fellows of your kind will never go through more than the skirts of a scrimmage, where it's all push and no kicking. We respect boys who keep out of it, and don't sham going in; but you- we had rather not say what we think of you.

Then the boys who are bending and watching on the outside, mark them—they are most useful players, the dodgers; who seize on the ball the moment it rolls out from among the chargers, and away with it across to the opposite goal. They seldom go into the scrimmage, but must have more coolness than the chargers.

Three-quarters of an hour are gone. First winds are failing, and weight and numbers are beginning to tell. Yard by yard the schoolhouse boys have

been driven back, contesting every inch of ground. The bulldogs are the color of mother earth from shoulder to ankle. The schoolhouse The schoolhouse players are being penned in their turn, and now the ball is behind their goal, under the doctor's wall. The doctor and some of his family are there looking on, and seem as anxious as any boy for the success of the schoolhouse. We get a minute's breathing time before old Brooke kicks out, and he gives the word to play strongly for touch, by the three trees.

Away goes the ball, and the bulldogs after it, and in another minute there is a shout of "In touch," "Our ball." Now is your time, old Brooke, while your men are still fresh. He stands with the ball in his hand, while the two sides form in deep lines opposite one another; he must strike it straight out between them. The lines are thickest close to him, but young Brooke and two or three of his men are shifting up farther, where the opposite line is weak. Old Brooke strikes it out straight and strong, and it falls opposite his brother. Hurrah! that rush has taken it right through the school line, and away past the three trees, far into their quarters, and young Brooke and the bulldogs are close upon it.

The school leaders rush back shouting, "Look out in goal," and strain every nerve to catch him, but they are after the fleetest foot in Rugby. There they go straight for the school goal-posts, quarters scattering before them. One after another the bull

dogs go down, but young Brooke holds on. He is down." No! a long stagger, and the danger is past. And now he is close to the school goal, the ball not three yards before him. There is a hurried rush of the school fags to the spot, but no one throws himself on the ball, the only chance, and young Brooke has touched it right under the school goal-posts.

The school leaders come up furious. Old Brooke, of course, will kick it out, but who shall catch and place it? Call Crab Jones. Old Brooke stands with the ball under his arm motioning the school back. He will not kick-out till they are all in a goal, behind the posts; they are all edging forward, inch by inch, to get nearer for the rush at Crab Jones, who stands there in front of old Brooke to catch the ball. If they can reach and destroy him before he catches, the danger is over; and with one and the same rush they will carry it right away to the schoolhouse goal. Fond hope! It is kicked out and caught beautifully.

Crab strikes his heel into the ground, to mark the spot where the ball was caught, beyond which the school line may not advance; but there they stand, five deep, ready to rush the moment the ball touches the ground. Trust Crab Jones - he has made a small hole with his heel for the ball to lie on, by which he is resting on one knee, with his eye on old Brooke. "Now!" Crab places the ball at the

word, old Brooke kicks, and it rises slowly and truly as the school rush forward.

Then a moment's pause, while both sides look up at the spinning ball. There it flies, straight between the two posts, some five feet above the cross-bar, an unquestioned goal; and a shout of real joy rings out from the schoolhouse players-up, and a faint echo of it comes over the close from the goal-keepers under the doctor's wall. A goal in the first hoursuch a thing hasn't been done in the schoolhouse match this five years.

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over his subjects is absolute.

THOMAS HUGHES (1823-1896) was an English lawyer. He was much interested in helping to better the lot of workingmen. His fame as an author is due to his "Tom Brown's Schooldays," an account of life at Rugby, one of the great boys' schools of England, and "Tom Brown at Oxford."

No man can safely go abroad that does not love to stay at home. No man can safely speak that does not willingly hold his tongue. No man can safely govern that would not cheerfully become subject. No man can safely command that has not truly learned to obey. No man can safely rejoice, but he that has the testimony of a good conscience.

THOMAS À KEMPIS.

THE KING AND HIS THREE SONS

JUAN MANUEL

THERE was a Moorish king who had three sons. It was in his power to appoint which of them he pleased to reign after him. Accordingly, when he had arrived at a good old age, the leading men of his kingdom waited upon him, and prayed to be informed which of his sons he would choose as his successor. The king replied that he would give them an answer in a month.

After eight or ten days the king said to his eldest son, "I shall ride out to-morrow, and I wish you to accompany me."

The son waited upon the king as desired, but not so early as the time appointed. When he arrived, the king said he wished to dress, and requested him to bring him his garments. His son went to the lord of the bed chamber, and ordered him to take the king his garments. The attendant inquired which suit he wished. The son returned to ask his father, who replied that he wanted his state robe. The young man went and told the attendant to bring the state robe.

Now for every article of the king's attire it was necessary to go backwards and forwards, carrying questions and answers, until at length the attendant came to dress the king. The same repetition went