cut out of the rock, and see the houses rising in tiers.

6. The pathways into Thibet, among these mountains, are mere tracks by the side of

7. Sometimes you will find posts driven into the mountain side, upon which branches of trees and earth are spread. This forms a trembling foothold for the traveler.

8. In the Andes, in South America, the sure-footed mule is used to carry travelers. Quite often a chasm must be crossed that is many feet wide and hundreds of feet deep. The mule will leap across this chasm, but not until it is sure it can make a safe jump.

9. "One day," says a traveler, "I went by the worst pass over the Andes Mountains. The path for seventy yards was very narrow, and at one point it was washed entirely away. On one side the rock brushed my shoulder, and on the other side my foot overhung the precipice."

10. The guide told this man, after he was safely over the pass, that, to his knowledge, four hundred mules had fallen over that precipice, and in many instances travelers had lost their lives at that terrible spot.

DEFINITIONS.-1. Him ä'la ya, also written Him mä'leh. Thib'et (Tib-), a country of central Asia. 2. As çend', go up, climb. Swamp, low, wet ground. 3. Re treat', place of safety. 4. Ad vȧnçe', go forward. Rug'ğed, rough. Bărʼren, without trees or shrubs, unproductive. 5. Tiers, rows one above another.

7. Foot'hōld, that on which one may tread. 8. An'dēş, next to the highest range of mountains in the world. Chăşm (kǎzm), a deep opening in the earth, or cleft in the rocks. 9. Prěç'i piçe, a very steep and dangerous descent. 10. Knowl'edge (nŏl'ej), that which is known.

LESSON LXXVI.

A CHILD'S HYMN.

1. God make my life a little light,
Within the world to glow;

A little flame that burneth bright
Wherever I may go.

2. God make my life a little flower,
That giveth joy to all,

Content to bloom in native bower,
Although its place be small.

3. God make my life a little song,
That comforteth the sad;

That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.

4. God make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise;

Of faith-that never waxeth dim

In all His wondrous ways.

LESSON LXXVII.

HOLDING THE FORT.

1. While Genie was walking slowly down street one day, she heard an odd rapping on the pavement behind her. Looking round, she saw Rob Grey hobbling on crutches.

2. "Why, what is the matter?" cried Genie. "I haven't seen you for a week, and now you are walking in that way."

3. "I shall have to walk in this way as much as a week longer, Genie. I sprained my ankle by stopping too quick-no, not too quick, either, for there was something in my way."

"What was it?" asked Genie.

4. "One of the Commandments," replied Rob. "You remember how that lecturer talked to us about 'holding the fort'? Well, I thought I should like to do it; but it's a pretty long war, you know-all a lifetime, and no vacations-furloughs, I think they call them.'

5. "If there was nothing to fight, we should not need to be soldiers," said Genie.

6. "Well, I thought I would try; but the

first day, when we came out of the schoolhouse, Jack Lee snatched my books out of my hand, and threw them into the mud.

7. "I started after him as fast as I could I meant to throw him where he had

run.

thrown the books, when, all of a sudden, I thought of the Commandment about returning good for evil.

8. "I stopped short-so short, that, some