. St. Nicholas [serial]. lue sky, By the white clouds lazilyfloating by, By the soft, cool breeze as itnods the trees, By the singing birds, by thehum of bees, By the nodding rose, by thedaisy white, The primrose dainty, thecowslip bright, The golden yellow of daffo-dils, The soft haze over the sleep-ing hills ; By the woodland glen, byfield and fen, We know that June-time hascome again ; Our chief regret thismonth is that we have notroom for even a tenth of theespecially interesting Fam-ily Traditions, every oneworthy of preservation. Wedid not imagine that so muchinteresting history—and nota
. St. Nicholas [serial]. lue sky, By the white clouds lazilyfloating by, By the soft, cool breeze as itnods the trees, By the singing birds, by thehum of bees, By the nodding rose, by thedaisy white, The primrose dainty, thecowslip bright, The golden yellow of daffo-dils, The soft haze over the sleep-ing hills ; By the woodland glen, byfield and fen, We know that June-time hascome again ; Our chief regret thismonth is that we have notroom for even a tenth of theespecially interesting Fam-ily Traditions, every oneworthy of preservation. Wedid not imagine that so muchinteresting history—and notaltogether family history,but history of the nation aswell—existed in the form ofstories told about the homefireside, handed down from one generation to another,each as precious as a gem to the owners, and likewiseto the historian of some future day. The Leagueeditor would urge every one of his contributors to pre-serve in written and detailed form every bit of suchmaterial to be obtained. The country is comparatively. By the robins red, by the bluebirds blue,By the waving grass and the pearls of dew,By the first pink flush in the sky of gray,And the larks glad song at the peep of day,By the murmring brawl, the hemlock tall,By the crickets chirp, and the wood-birds call,By the soft faint music of lowing kine,By the winds sweet song in the darkened pine,By the lily buds on the rip-pling pool,And the gray-green moss in the deep woods cool,By the brooks low croon, and the thrushs gay tune,We know, we know when the month is June. COMPANIONS. BY FANNY C STORER, AGE 16. (GOLD BADGE.) new and its traditions arestill closely allied with factsand the details of occur-rence. Some day it will beold. The traditions, unlesspreserved in writing, willhave become legends andmyths ; names will be lostor changed beyond recogni-tion, and many of those whowere a part of our historyand helped to make a greatnation will be forgotten and unhonored dust. Topreserve the story of their deeds is to pr
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