The first approached the elephant, And, happening to fall Against his broad and sturdy side, At once began to bawl "God bless me! but the elephant Is very like a wall!" The second, feeling of the tusk, Cried: "Ho! what have we here. So very round, and smooth, and sharp? To me 'tis very clear, This wonder of an elephant Is very like a spear!" The third approached the animal, And, happening to take The squirming trunk within his hands, Thus boldly up he spoke: "I see," quoth he, "the elephant Is very like a snake!" The fourth reached out his eager hand, And felt about the knee: "What most this wondrous beast is like Is very plain," quoth he; "'Tis clear enough the elephant Is very like a tree!" The fifth, who chanced to touch the ear, Said: "E'en the blindest man Can tell what this resembles most: Deny the fact who can, This marvel of an elephant Is very like a fan!" The sixth no sooner had begun About the beast to grope, Than, seizing on the swinging tail That fell within his scope, "I see," quoth he, "the elephant Is very like a rope!" And so these men of Indostan Disputed loud and long, Each in his own opinion Exceeding stiff and strong, Though each was partly in the right And all were in the wrong! DEFINITIONS:--Indostan, Hindostan, a county in Asia now commonly called India. Quoth, said. HARRY'S RICHES. One day, our little Harry spent the morning with his young playmate, Johnny Crane, who lived in a fine house, and on Sundays rode to church in the grandest carriage to be seen in all the country round. When Harry returned home, he said, "Mother, Johnny has money in both pockets!" "Has he, dear?" "Yes, ma'am; and he says he could get ever so much more if he wanted it." "Well, now, that's very pleasant for him," I returned cheerfully, as a reply was plainly expected. "Very pleasant; don't you think so?" "Yes, ma'am; only--" "Only what, Harry?" "Why, he has a big popgun, and a watch, and a hobbyhorse, and lots of things." And Harry looked up at my face with a disconsolate stare. "Well, my boy, what of that?" "Nothing, mother," and the telltale tears sprang to his eyes, "only I guess we are very poor, aren't we?" "No, indeed, Harry, we are very far from being poor. We are not so rich as Mr. Crane's family, if that is what you mean." "O mother!" insisted the little fellow, "I do think we are very poor; anyhow, I am!" "O Harry!" I exclaimed reproachfully. "Yes, ma'am, I am," he sobbed; "I have scarcely anything--I mean anything that's worth money--except things to eat and wear, and I'd have to have them anyway." "Have to have them?" I echoed, at the same time laying my sewing upon the table, so that I might reason with him on that point; "do you not know, my son--" Just then Uncle Ben looked up frown the paper he had been reading: "Harry," said he, "I want to find out something about eyes; so, if you will let me have yours, I will give you a dollar apiece for them."