who gathered around and bound me hand and foot, erect upon the mast-frame, with the ropes well knotted to the mast. Again they sat and beat the frothy sea with their oars. And when we were as far off from the island as a man could be heard if he shouted, while rowing lightly, the sea-swift ship pressed near and escaped not the charmers who lifted up their clear warblings.

"Hither ho! draw near, Odysseus, worthy of a world of praise, the glory of the Achæan name; stay thy ship to hear our voice. For never sailed one by in his dark ship and stopped to hear the celestial songs flowing from our lips, but went he on his way, merry at heart and wise in soul. We know all that befell thee on the broad plain of Troy-all that the Argive host and Trojans suffered at the hest of the gods. Yea, we know whatsoever cometh to life in all the springing earth."

These were the words borne on their heavenly voice. My heart was moved. I yearned to listen, and I commanded the men to set me free, frowning at them with my eyebrows. But they only bent low at their oars and rowed on; while Perimedes and Eurylochus arose and tied me with more cords and jammed me to the mast. Then, when we had rowed by

these charmers, and could no longer hear the words of the Seirens nor the melody of their voices, my trusty comrades drew out the wax with which I had estopped their ears and loosed me from my fetters.

FRANCIS HUBER.

THERE is an old familiar story called "Eyes and no Eyes," which tells how two boys, who had each a good pair of eyes, took the same walk in the country, but came back, one with nothing to tell because he had not used his eyes; the other with his head full of remarkable sights which he had seen. When Spring comes, and there is a general waking up of Nature, eyes have a wonderful deal to look at; do they see half as much as a blind man once saw who literally had no eyes, and yet has written the most minute and accurate account of the habits of that little creature, the bee?

Francis Huber was born with a good pair of eyes, in Geneva, Switzerland, July 2, 1750. His parents were well-known citizens, who gave him a good education, and he cared so much for study and reading, that he very unwisely bartered his eyes for knowledge; for late at night he worked in his room over a dim candle, and when that went out, by the light