How many bones in the leg from the knee? Two in each, we can plainly see. How many bones in the ankle strong? Seven in each, but none are long. How many bones in the ball of the foot? Five in each, as the palms are put. How many bones in the toes, half a score? Twenty-eight, and there are no more. And now altogether these many bones wait, And they count, in a body, two hundred and eight. And then we have in the human mouth, Of upper and under, thirty-two teeth. And now and then have a bone, I should think, That forms on a joint or to fill up a chink-- A Sesamoid bone or a Wormian, we call. And now we may rest, for we've told them all. --_Christian at Work._ [Illustration: MR. LINCOLN AND TAD.] OUR ALPHABET OF GREAT MEN. L.--LINCOLN, ABRAHAM. OF course; who should it be if not our Lincoln? The name is a household word in all our homes, and I doubt if I can tell you anything which you do not already know about this great man; the story of his life and his deeds are familiar to every schoolboy. His features are well known to you all, for there is scarcely a home that has not his portrait upon its walls. In 1809 Abraham Lincoln was born in a lonely cabin on the banks of a small river or creek in Kentucky; born to poverty, hardship and obscurity, born to rise from obscurity, through poverty, hardship and toil to the highest point of an American boy's ambition. He early learned the meaning of privation and self-denial. The accounts of his early life are somewhat meagre, but he has told us himself that he had only about one year of school-life. Think of that, you boys who are going steadily forward year after year, from the primary school through all the intermediate grades up to the advanced, then to the academy, thence to college, and afterwards to law and divinity schools, think of Abraham Lincoln's school privileges and be thankful for your own. And more, show your appreciation by your improvement of your advantages. Like many of our great men, Lincoln was what we style a self-made man, and yet it seems that he owed something of his making to his stepmother. His own mother died when he was a small boy, and the new mother who sometime after came into the family was very helpful to the boy, encouraging him in his love of books, and under her guidance he became a great reader, devouring every book he could lay his hands upon. Did it ever occur to you that it might be an advantage to some of us if we had fewer books? Driven back again and again to the few, we should read them more carefully and make the thoughts our own, and perhaps the stock of ideas gathered from books would even exceed that which we gain from the multitude of books we have in these days of bookmaking. Whether you read much or little, few books or many, boys, read with careful thought. Take in and digest thoroughly the thoughts presented to you.