See if you can find out the secret of her success; go over the record of her struggle with the difficulties encountered in those days when Mt. Holyoke Seminary was getting a foothold. One has said that "the story of Mary Lyon and her work should be read by every young girl who desires to know the meaning of a noble and consecrated life." I think you will find the secret of her successful life lies in the fact of its being a consecrated life; consecrated to the high and noble purpose for which she labored. Believing "that Christian women inspired with Christian zeal would be powerful promoters of the kingdom of Christ in this world," she sought to perfect a plan whereby young girls might be brought under the influences which would tend to inspire their hearts, awaken their powers, and prepare them for the positions of influence which they might be called to occupy. With a sublime faith in the leadership of Christ, a belief that she was called to do this thing, she fought out the battle, accomplished her mission and left behind her in many hearts a spirit akin to her own. Out from the sweet, sacred influences of this first collegiate school for girls established in this country, have gone thousands of noble women. Some have gone to carry the word of life into the dark places of earth, showing the beauty of a Christian home as contrasted with the heathen homes; some have gone out to establish other schools of like character; and on mission fields, in homes everywhere and in schools and in society, the spirit which so long ago found expression in that consecrated life is still influencing the world for good. FAYE HUNTINGTON. OLD ROVER. YOU naughty old dog Just run right away! For Annie and I Are going to play. And then Minnie struck Old Rover's thick hide With her dimpled hand As he stood at her side. "Why, Minnie! how can you?" Said sweet Annie May. "Have you never been told Of that terrible day When the waters went mad With foaming and strife, And Rover, good dog, Saved your dear little life? "All night the Delaware Rose; and then While papa was gone For boats and for men, Mamma, she cuddled you Safe and warm, And left you for Rover To guard from harm "While she tried to save A few things more. But when she returned Through the water's roar, Your cradle was gone! And old Rover, too. Poor mamma! she cried '_Oh what shall I do!_' "Papa came back and took us away, Searching for you The rest of the day. At night, a fisherman Sailed o'er the deep, With you in your cradle Fast asleep! "He found old Rover Towing you down To a little island Near the town. All day careful vigil Rover had kept, While you, all unconscious, Had smiled and slept."