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There is a common but also a very erroneous im�pression that only a favored few can learn music. In the schools of New Haven, ''two hundred and forty-eight children out of six thousand were found unable to sing the scale, and one hundred and forty of these belonged to the primary grades;" that is, out of this multitude, only one hundred and eight above the primary grade could not sing. The superinten�dent says: " A systematic course of training the voices of the little ones in the primary rooms has been commenced. Thus far the experiment has been a complete success. Children from five to eight years of age readily sing the scale, both singly and in con�cert, and read from the blackboard notes on the staff by numerals and syllables with as little hesitation as 1'jey call the letters and words of their reading les�sons." In the Hancock School, of Boston, of about
one thousand girls, less than a dozen were unfitted from all causes for attaining to a fair degree of sue-cess in singing. The U. S. Commissioner of Educa�tion, when visiting the schools at New Haven, was surprised and gratified at hearing children in the primary schools sing at sight exercises marked on the blackboard by the teacher: " The exercises are placed on the blackboard in the presence of the scholars, and they are required to sing them once through without the aid of teacher or instrument, and are marked accordingly." In primary schools, gymnastic exer�cises often accompany the singing. When children are trained to erect posture, and the right use of the vocal organs, speaking, reading, and singing are most invigorating exercises; expanding the chest, pro�moting deep breathing, quickening the circulation, and arousing both the physical and mental energies.
BABY BYE, HERE'S A FLY.
Theodore Tiltoh. G. B. Loomis.
Black and brown is his gown, He can wear it upside down! It is laced round his waist, I admire his taste! Pretty as his clothes are made, He will spoil them, I'm afraid, If to-night he gets sight Of the candle-light.
In the sun webs are spun, What if he gets into one? When it rains he complains On the window panes. Tongues to talk have you and I, God has given the little fly No such things; so he sings With his buzzing wings.
He can eat bread and meat, See his mouth between his feet! On his back is a sack Like a peddler's pack. Does the baby understand? Then the fly shall kiss her hand; Put a crumb on her thumb, May be he will come.
Round and round on the ground, On the ceiling he is found; Catch him ? No. Let him go. Never hurt him so! Now you see his wings of silk Drabbled in the Baby's milk, Fie! oh fie! foolish fly I How will you get dry ?
All wet flies twist their thighs; So they wipe their head and eyes, Cats, you know, wash just so; Then their whiskers grow! Flies have hair too small to combg Flies go all bareheaded home; But the gnat wears a hat: Do you laugh at that?
Flies can see more than we,
So how bright their eyes must bet
Little fly, mind your eye,
Spiders are near by.
For a secret I can tell,
Spiders will not treat you well; ,
Haste away, do not stay,
Little fly, good day I