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French Children by the Seaside

there is one or more in every town, and all connected with the University of Paris, by which the degree of Bachelor is granted to the undergraduates who attain the re quisite standard, or a higher distinction if the candidate is willing to work up to the point fixed by the examiners.

When the pupils reassemble at college after a long vacation, the first week of the school term is always devoted to religious exercises. Every boy has to make a full confession of all he did during the holidays; and if it be found that he has transgressed any of the school regulations his parents will be warned to exercise a closer supervision over him. If they cavil at this their boy will be returned to them without parley. In the clerical schools where the which demands a good education, he is sons so of the nobility are educated, boys are is sent to a lyceum or college, of which taught to be very nice in their dress, Her hair is aureole yellow, And grave and blue her eye The choir chants drowsy pomy within From The organ hums reply i She moves and smiles exped ately My bow is flushed and shey!

The painted Burgess ver her Istall Knows well the reason why!

WE:W A Memoru 3 cathedral towers The grey Against a quiet sky; About its turrets far and faint The jackdars call and fly.

The placid precinct doses.

And through low lindens righ, All steeped in the mellow afternoon The canon's niece goes by.

Twenty Years.

Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new. comer chatting:

Ae shipp'd as green-hand boy, ship and sail'd away (took some sudden, vehement notion ;) Since, twenty years and more have circled round and round, While he the globe was circling round and round, and now returns:

How changed the place-all the old land-marks, gone-the parents dead; (Yes, he comes back to lay in port for goodto settle-has a well-fill'd purse-no spot will do but this;) The little boat that scull'd him from the sloop, now held in leash I see, I hear the slapping waves, the restless keel, the rocking in the sand, I see the sailor kit, the canvas bag, the great box bound with brass, I scan the face all berry-brown and beardedthe stout, strong frame, Dress'd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth : (Then what the told-out story of those twenty years? What of the future?) HEPAVEY