--J. STERLING MORTON.

BE NOBLE.

_Second pupil._

Be noble! and the nobleness that lies
In other men sleeping, but never dead,
Will rise in majesty to meet thine own;
Then wilt thou see it gleam in many eyes,
Then will pure light around thy path be shed,
And thou wilt nevermore be sad and lone.

--LOWELL.

LEAVES.

_Third pupil._

The leaves of the herbage at our feet take all kinds of
strange shapes as if to invite us to examine them.
Star-shaped, heart-shaped, spear-shaped, arrow-shaped,
fretted, fringed, cleft, furrowed, serrated, sinuated, in
whorls, in tufts, in spires, in wreaths, endlessly
expressive, deceptive, fantastic, never the same from
footstalk to blossom, they seem perpetually to tempt our
watchfulness and take delight in outstripping our wonder.

--RUSKIN.