The New McGuffey Fourth Reader | Page 9

him.
DEFINITIONS:--Scents, smells. Cricket, a game at ball very popular in
England.Solitary, alone. Summoned, called. Allegory, a truth related in
the form of a story.

WHAT I LIVE FOR.
I live for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true, For the
heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit, too; For all human
ties that bind me, For the task my God assigned me, For the bright
hopes left behind me, And the good that I can do. I live to learn their
story, Who suffered for my sake; To emulate their glory, And follow in
their wake; Bards, patriots, martyrs, sages, The noble of all ages,
Whose deeds crown History's pages, And Time's great volume make.
I live to hail that season, By gifted minds foretold, When man shall live
by reason, And not alone by gold; When man to man united, And every
wrong thing righted, The whole world shall be lighted As Eden was of
old.
I live for those who love me, For those who know me true; For the
heaven that smiles above me, And awaits my spirit, too; For the cause
that needs assistance, For the wrongs that need resistance, For the
future in the distance, And the good that I can do.
DEFINITIONS:--Assigned, allotted, marked out. Emulate, to strive to
equal or excel, to rival. Wake, the track left by a vessel in the water;
hence, figuratively, in the trail of. Bard, a poet. Martyr, one who
scarifices what is of great value to him for the sake of principle. Sage, a
wise man.

TRY AGAIN!
BY CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH.
"Will you give my kite a lift?" said my little nephew to his sister, after
trying in vain to make it fly by dragging it along the ground. Lucy very
kindly took it up and threw it into the air, but, her brother neglecting to

run off at the same moment, the kite fell down again.
"Ah! now, how awkward you are!" said the little fellow. "It was your
fault entirely," answered his sister. "Try again, children," said I.
Lucy once more took up the kite. But now John was in too great a hurry;
he ran off so suddenly that he twitched the kite out of her hand, and it
fell flat as before. "Well, who is to blame now?" asked Lucy. "Try
again," said I.
They did, and with more care; but a side wind coming suddenly, as
Lucy let go the kite, it was blown against some shrubs, and the tail
became entangled in a moment, leaving the poor kite hanging with its
head downward.
"There, there!" cried John, "that comes of your throwing it all to one
side." "As if I could make the wind blow straight," said Lucy. In the
meantime, I went to the kite's assistance; and having disengaged the
long tail, I rolled it up, saying, "Come, children, there are too many
trees here; let us find a more open space, and then try again."
We soon found a fine, open space, covered with green grass, and free
from shrubs and trees. Then, all things being ready, I tossed the kite up
just as little John ran off. It rose with all the dignity of a balloon, and
promised a lofty flight; but John, delighted to find it pulling so hard at
the string, stopped short to look upward and admire. The string
slackened, the kite wavered, and, the wind not being very strong, down
came the kite to the grass. "O John, you should not have stopped," said
I. "However, try again."
"I won't try any more," replied he, rather sullenly. "It is of no use, you
see. The kite won't fly, and I don't want to be plagued with it any
longer."
"Oh, fie, my little man! would you give up the sport, after all the pains
we have taken both to make and to fly the kite? A few disappointments
ought not to discourage us. Come, I have wound up your string, and
now try again."
And he did try, and succeeded, for the kite was carried upward on the
breeze as lightly as a feather; and when the string was all out, John
stood in great delight, holding fast the stick and gazing on the kite,
which now seemed like a little white speck in the blue sky. "Look, look,
aunt, how high it flies! and it pulls like a team of horses, so that I can
hardly hold it. I wish I had a mile of string: I am sure it would go to the

end of it."
After enjoying the sight as long as he wished, little John proceeded to
roll up the string slowly; and when the kite fell, he took it up with great
glee,