St Nicholas [serial] . loitering, Lucy ; we havea deal of work to do. Remember Lydia. This brought Lucy back to reality, andstopped the loquacious tongue of Mary Queenof Scots, who tossed her head and saidhaughtily: I wot my gentle words are ill bestowed. Lucys feelings were hurt, but greatly as sheadmired the beautiful queen, with her hair oflight russet gold, Lydia came first. All thequeens in the universe, ancient or modern,could not take the place of Lydia in her heart. {To be continued.) HOSEA JOSE AND HIS HOSE. {Nonsense Verse.) Hosea Jose* chose a hose he needed for his Now this hose th
St Nicholas [serial] . loitering, Lucy ; we havea deal of work to do. Remember Lydia. This brought Lucy back to reality, andstopped the loquacious tongue of Mary Queenof Scots, who tossed her head and saidhaughtily: I wot my gentle words are ill bestowed. Lucys feelings were hurt, but greatly as sheadmired the beautiful queen, with her hair oflight russet gold, Lydia came first. All thequeens in the universe, ancient or modern,could not take the place of Lydia in her heart. {To be continued.) HOSEA JOSE AND HIS HOSE. {Nonsense Verse.) Hosea Jose* chose a hose he needed for his Now this hose that Hosea chose is not his lawn— hose, they say; Chose the hose he knows the best is; uses it at Though he chose the hose, he knows for it he dawn. did not pay ; From the hose that Hosea chose there flows a Owes he for the hose he chose, and therefore, steady stream ; I suppose, Mid the roses Hoseas hose is useful, too, I Whereer goes he, Hosea Jose knows he owes deem. for hose. Arthur J. Burdick.* Pronounced GENERAL VIEW OF HADRIAN S WALL, AT CUDDY S CRAG. A DAY WITH HADRIAN. By Edwin L. Arnold, Author of Lepidus the Centurion. History would be the pleasantest sort oflearning in existence if all the nations of thepast had left memorials such as the Romanshave, and if we could take our class-books afieldand read of events there where they actuallyhappened. This thought occurred to me lastsummer when I was bicycling alone in the wild,unpeopled fell country which still separatesEngland from Scotland, and came almost bychance upon the remains of the great wallwhich the Emperor Hadrian built to keep thoselively gentlemen, the Picts and Scots, out ofthe Roman province of Britain. I had read of it before, as every boy has, andtraced the long seventy-mile line of that won-derful fortification on my map right acrossNorthumberland from the Atlantic to the Ger- man Ocean; but it was just a line to me, as itprobably is to you. And then all of a suddenthat day, miles from even a
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