. St. Nicholas [serial]. leton, he sat, for the most part,on a wretched heap of straw, which served him forbed by night and seat by day. His food was thrown to him twice a day, and hescarcely ever saw a human being save his brutal jail-er, Simon, who could hardly be considered human. He was not only neglected and starved, he wasalso cruelly beaten and roughly knocked hardened wretch, Simon, taught him vile and I879-] THE COUNTRY SCHOOL-HOUSE. 55 wicked language, and tried to make him as de-graded as himself. After eighteen months had passed away, the fallof Robespierre caused the pri
. St. Nicholas [serial]. leton, he sat, for the most part,on a wretched heap of straw, which served him forbed by night and seat by day. His food was thrown to him twice a day, and hescarcely ever saw a human being save his brutal jail-er, Simon, who could hardly be considered human. He was not only neglected and starved, he wasalso cruelly beaten and roughly knocked hardened wretch, Simon, taught him vile and I879-] THE COUNTRY SCHOOL-HOUSE. 55 wicked language, and tried to make him as de-graded as himself. After eighteen months had passed away, the fallof Robespierre caused the prison doors to beopened; but the poor little prince, sunk in a heapon his bed, took no notice of any one, and whenhis sister came, almost heart-broken and longing for a smile of recognition from the only one of herfamily left alive, he had for her only a dull andvacant stare. His mind was gone, and in a few days the gentleDeath-angel released him from his misery. And so ends the sad, sad story of the lastDauphin of THE ATTACK ON THE BASTILLE. THE COUNTRY M. E. Bennett. The school-house stood beside the way, A shabby building, old and gray, With rattling sash, and loose-hung door, And rough, uneven walls and floor; And why the little homespun crew It gathered were some ways more blest Than others, you would scarce have guessed ; It is a secret known to few. I 11 tell it you. The high-road lay Stretched all along the township hill, Whence the broad lands sloped either way, And smiling up did strive to fill At every window, every door, The school-house, with that gracious lore That Gods fair world would fain instill. So softly, quietly it came, The children never knew its name ; Its various, unobtrusive looks They counted not as study-books ;And yet they could not lift an eyeFrom play or labor, dreamily,And not find writ in sweetest speech,The tender lessons it would teach :? Be gentle, children, brave and true,And know the great God loveth you. Only the tea
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