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curve, and sounded by a mouthpiece. The trom- fingers. The wind is conveyed to the pipes by bone, or sackbut, is a deeper-toned trumpet, com- squeezing the bag with the arm. Bagpipes are by posed of sliding tubes. It can produce sublime

new instruments. The pilgrims of effects in solemn music when well played.

Chaucer were regaled with the music of the bagThe trumpet and harp fill lofty parts in the Book pipes, as they went to Canterbury. of Revelation, the one warlike in its meaning, the Cymbals are very ancient. They are made of other peaceful. The earliest trumpets were probably brass, and always used in pairs. They were more the horns of animals. The French horn is ten feet cuplike, formerly, than they are now. They are long, and bent in rings. It has no holes, like the now shaped like plates, and are about a foot across. Aute, but the notes depend on the pressure of the They sound well in the open air, but are almost too player's breath. If he inserts his hand into the noisy for a concert-room. The timbrel, which wide end, he can alter the effect. The bugle horn Miriam used in her song of triumph, after the is three feet ten inches in length, and is doubled up passage of the Red Sea, was more like the modern in a small compass. It is now generally provided tambourine—that is, a hoop of wood with a skin of with keys. The Russian horn is straight. It varies parchment stretched tight over it, and struck with from two inches and a half in length to eight feet. the hand,

The bagpipe has a leathern bag, and three pipes. The drum every one knows by sight, and who is Two of them have but one note, and they are called there that has not heard it? It forms an important the great and little drone. The third pipe has feature in a military band, and seems well adapted holes, on which the tune is played by means of the to the “pride, pomp, and circumstance of war.”

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THE PIGEON AND THE FALCON.

THE STORY OF A RESCUE.

N the animal kingdom we find compelled the hawk, which had become exhausted many instances of an intelli

with fatigue and fright, to set its prey free ; and gent and practical apprecia- we may be pretty sure the poor pigeon was very tion of the maxim that “union glad to escape from the clutches of the terrible falcon. is strength"; and the fact of Now, how are we to account for a rescue of so combination for a common unusual a character ? Crows have sometimes object—be it for work or for been observed to follow a hawk, and force play-is recognised in the it to drop its victim, and it has been suggested proverb, “Birds of a feather that they act so only from a love of the chase, llock together.” Perhaps the rather than from any desire to assist their fellows following account of an event out of trouble. This might be true of the falcon, (based on the notes of an eye. which is a born hunter, but some other explanation

witness) will prove, better than must be found to account for the conduct of anything else, that there exists a birds which, compared with hawks, must certainly

be allowed to be both mild and inoffensive. It and that it makes them“ wondrous seems to me that the most reasonable and natural kind” to each other.

supposition is, that it was the hatred which the crows On a gentleman's estate in Holland one summer must, in common with other birds, be supposed to evening, a number of birds were noticed to be in a bear to the falcon that led them to band then. state of unusual excitement, flying about as if they selves together to deliver their companion from its were preparing for some important movement or claws. There are plenty of cases to strengthen this miaking a demonstration on a great scale. It soon supposition, in which feathered songsters have appeared that a "fluttering in the dovecotes,” had acted in concert for purposes of offence or defence ; been caused by the presence of a falcon, which had and we also know that, in the presence of danger, taken the liberty to carry off a pigeon. The hawk even the most timid animals seem to acquire courwith its victim in its talons was soaring into the age, sometimes amounting almost to rashness, from air, when a company of crows that had witnessed the mere consciousness of numbers. They appear the outrage determined to fly after it and rescue to have an instinctive notion that in these circumtheir unhappy friend. Keeping up the pursuit for stances they possess an altogether different power a considerable time, the plucky crows at length and resource from what they individually enjoy.

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A GRATEFUL CHILD.

A TRUE STORY.
HE winter frost was strong and keen,

No food, an almost empty grate-
The snow fell thick and fast,

Could there be lot more drear?
And, like a furious beast of prey,

Let us approach the suffering child,
Loud howled the angry blast.

And from his lips this hear.
It swept through streets and spacious squares,
Called at the rich man's door,

“Oh, mother, 'tis a fearful night! And on the threshold paused, nor durst

How very glad am I
Unbidden enter o'er.

To have a house to shelter me,

And bed on which to lie !
But where the hapless, helpless poor

How many little ones like I
Conceal their drooping head

Are forced the streets to roam,
It roared and raved, and in and out

No mother dear to comfort them,
Their dwellings wildly sped.

Not e'en a humble home.
Within a bare and wretched room

“I have this quilt to keep me warm, A dying child there lay,

Some straw to be my bed ;
The victim of a sell disease,

But what can real poor people do ?”
Consuming life away.

The gentle sufferer said.
Through shattered pane and broken roof

A lesson, children, from him learn,
The biting wind blew in,

Of patient, sweet content,
It almost froze the mother's tears

And thankful take from God's kind hand, Upon her cheek so thin.

Whatever He hath sent.

MARY A. ROBERTS.

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A SCANDINAVIAN JACK THE GIANT-KILLER.

NCE upon a time, Now this was an idea that had never occurred

far up amongst to Jan before, and he pondered over it, and won. the

snow and dered whether it would be possible for him to do ice, at no great He did not say anything about it, as he knew distance from the his brothers would laugh at him. North Pole, there The wealth of Jan's father lay in his flocks and resided a boy herds, and these were rapidly decreasing under the named Jan. He raids of the giants who lived in those parts; and had a father and Jan looked sad enough as he leaned against one of mother, and bro

the ice pillars. His father and brothers were thers and sisters, moody and troubled, and his mother and sisters and their house were weeping. was built of hard “There won't be a sheep, or an ox, or a deer snow, polished left," said the father. like marble, with “My good cows !” sobbed the mother. ice pillars “My little goat !” sobbed Fenia, the eldest sister. clear as crystal. “Father,” Jan said, "if you will give me the sword

Snow-white pe- that hangs on the wall, and the snow-shoes that "JAN WOULD TRY TO CATCH THEM." trels skimmed my great grandfather wore, and a stout belt, and

through the air the horn mounted in silver that is only blown at and hovered about the great icebergs. Sometimes harvest-time, I will go and kill these giants, and Jan would try to catch them ; or kill them by then we shall live in peace and safety." hitting them with hard snowballs.

As Jan ended his speech his brothers burst out At such times the petrels would gaze at him laughing ; it seemed so absurd to all of them that mournfully, and once the oldest of them said to a little fellow like Jan should think of encounterhim

ing the giants, who were known to be twelve feet in “Leave us alone and war with the giants.” height, though no one had ever yet seen them.

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Then, at a signal from one of the leaders, they stepped upon the ice, making a narrower circle of two deep. Nearer again they came, making a circle of three deep, then four, then five, six, seven deep, and at last came so near and the circle was so deep that it seemed to Jan as though there were no circles at all, only a mass of wolves' heads.

Then he drew the horn from his belt and began to blow such soft, sweet notes that the wolves stood still and listened attentively. Their eyes lost their

"And where shouldest thou find them?” asked the father. “ Trust me for that,” replied Jan. “Thou art too conceited, Jan,” said his father.

"I am no babe," returned Jan, “I am a wellgrown lad, and if you will give me what I ask I will rid the north land of these monsters.”

The brothers laughed louder than ever, and the father said,

"Hold thy tongue, Jan,” and turned away. Then the brothers crowded round Jan, saying

“Here is the giant-killer ! Here is the wonderful Jan the sword-wielder—the horn-blower—the swift runner !” And again they laughed.

II. BEFORE very long another raid was made whilst Jan, and his father and mother, and brothers, and sisters were asleep ; and when they awoke they found that, like Bo-peep, they had lost all their sheep.

"Do let me have what I asked for,” said Jan; "and then I will go and kill the giants.”

Then the father took down the sword and the snow-shoes, and a long leathern belt ; and Jan girded them on as though he were quite accustomed to them. The father also gave him the polished horn, which Jan thrust into his belt. The snow-shoes were very large-one of them six feet long, the other a little shorter ; and Jan knew they would carry him up and down hill fleetly. He was not wrong, for after taking leave of the family he was soon out of sight.

II. AH! how swiftly Jan went along through the beautiful country with its lakes and mountains ; out of breath with gliding up the hills and slipping down on the other side, and he paused to take breath in the middle of a dark frozen pool with tall pines growing round it. Where was he going? And where should he find the giants ? That he did not know ; he had only a vague idea that the North Pole was the point to make for.

As Jan looked round more carefully he saw that beside each pine-tree crouched a huge grey wolf, doubtless belonging to one of the giants.

In that moment Jan felt for the first time in his life that he was a hero. Certainly here was danger enough for any one who desired it.

The grey wolves advanced to the edge of the pool, making an unbroken circle round it.

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BEGAN TO BLOW SUCH SOFT, SWEET NOTES."

savage glare, their mouths closed, and a milder expression came on their faces.

Jan played on, marching along slowly to the opposite side of the pool, the whole herd following.

Suddenly he turned. “Who's your master?”

“Grimnerskrimner," and the wolves began to growl, and sprang towards him.

Again Jan blew his horn, and the growls ceased. “Where does he live ?” asked Jan.

Again came the low growls, and Jan saw that if he wished to be safe he must go on playing. Therefore he asked no more questions, but went on, followed by the wolves. Suddenly he perceived a cavern, running a long way into the earth with a narrow passage at the other end.

Now as Jan was a hero he made up his mind

at once what to do, and moreover knew that he go home with me and amuse me whilst I have my should do it. Still playing on his horn he entered supper, and then I'll kill you in the morning.” the cavern, followed by the pack of wolves. Boldly So saying he lifted up Jan with his finger and he marched on through the lofty cave and through thumb, and took him into his castle that was built the narrow passage, too narrow for more than one of rocks and stones. In the kitchen Jan saw ten of wolf to pass along at a time. When he came his father's sheep and two oxen being roasted before to the outlet he stepped lightly outside, having an enormous fire. his horn, on which he ceased not to blow, in his The giant sat down by the fireplace, and his left hand, and his drawn sword in his right. wife put one of the oxen on a trencher beside her

And as the first wolf emerged he cut off its husband. There were already on the table a barrel head at one

of mead, a huge loaf, and stroke, kicking its

a pie that would have held body aside so as

Jan and several of his broto get it out of

thers. the way of the

Perhaps the giant guessed next wolf. This

what Jan was thinking of, for he served in the

he said, meditativelysame manner, to

“Yes, you shall be baked make way for the

in a pie. Wife, do you hear ? third ; this for

you shall make some piethe fourth, and so

crust to-morrow and bake on, and so on,

this lad under it.” until the whole

The wife was a miserableof the ten hun

looking woman, as giants' dred wolves were

wives generally are. She killed, their bo

was very much afraid of her dies lying in a

husband, and was inclined heap on one side,

to take part with his victims. their heads

Grimnerskrimner began to eat and drink, and threw a piece of meat to Jan, which he ate with an appe. tite, having had nothing since he left home. After

which the giant said, “Now show me what you can do."

Jan climbed nimbly up the table-leg, and standing on the table drew his sword, and deftly cut the loaf into four quarters; then, turning to the ox, he divided it into half

a dozen pieces directly. HE LIFTED UP JAN WITH HIS FINGER AND THUMB."

Grimnerskrimner opened his eyes widely. the other, and Jan standing somewhat exhausted “ You are pretty strong for your size ; you know beside them.

how to use your sword.” And Jan, being a hero, now looked about in “And my belt too,” returned Jan, unwinding it search of a new adventure.

from his body and fastening it to a rope that was He had not long to wait; he heard a heavy dangling from a great beam. tread in the distance, and saw a colossal figure “What's that for?” asked the giant. advancing. Also he heard a terrible voice exclaim- "You shall see me hang myself and cut myself

“Who has killed my hunting pack?” This then down,” said Jan; “it's a capital trick.” was the giant Grimnerskrimner.

So Jan made a running noose at one end of the “I have,” replied Jan boldly, "and I shall do yet belt, and let the belt swing for awhile. Then he more wonderful things than this.”

darted forward, thrusting his head into the noose, “You ?" said the giant, “why I can scarcely see contriving, however, to hold it with his hand so that you. I could crush you at once with my foot, only it should not slip and strangle him. Then he I should like to see what you can do. You shall jerked his body about, turned one or two somer

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