. Les lecteurs catholiques canadiens. Troisième lecteur. la prière. De tes heureux siège à Sion, la lumière traversant nie cette sombre demeure;sourire, oh ! Sourire doucement sur moi, Dites à mes peines à mon Dieu. VL-L'héroïque SERF. Dans les forêts sombres de Russie, où la neige se trouve ontlie terrain pour huit mois dans l'année, les loups roamabout dans d'innombrables troupes ; et c'est une chose terrible pour tiaveller, surtout si la nuit le dépasse, pour heartheir liowlings affamés quand ils s'approchent plus près de andnearer à lui. Un noble russe, avec sa femme et une youngdaughter, voyageait dans un traîneau sur une plaine sombre.Sur nigiitfall tli

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. Canadian Catholic Readers. Third Reader. prayer. From thy happy seat in Sion, Light nie thro this dark abode;Smile, oh ! gently smile upon me, Tell my sorrows to my God. VL—THE HEROIC SERF. In the dark forests of Russia, where the snow lies ontlie ground for eight months in the year, wolves roamabout in countless troops ; and it is a fearful thing forthe tiaveller, especially if night overtakes him, to heartheir famished liowlings as they approach nearer andnearer to him. A Russian nobleman, with his wife and a youngdaughter, was travelling in a sleigh over a bleak plain.About nigiitfall tliey readied an inn, and the noblemancalled for a relay of horses to go on. The innkeeper 18 Third Reader. begged him not to proceed. There is danger ahead, said he: * the wolves are out. The traveller thought the object of the man was tokeep him as a guest for the night; and, saying it wastoo early in the season for wolves, ordered the horses tobe put to. In spite of the repeated warnings of thelandlord, the party proceeded on their way.. The driver was a serf who had been bom on the noble-mans estate, and who loved his master as he loved hislife. The sleigh sped swiftl} over the hard snow, andthere appeared no signs of danger. The moon began toshed her light, so that the road seemed like polishedsilver. Suddenly the little girl said to her father, Whatis that strange, dull sound I heard just now ? Her The Heroic Serf. 19 father replied, Nothing but the wind sighing throughthe trees of the forest. The child shut her eyes, and kept still fur a wliile;but in a few minutes, with a face pale with fear, sheturned to her father, and said, Surely that is not thewind : I hear it again ; do you not hear it too ? Listen!The nobleman listened, and far, far away in the distancebehind him, but distinct enough in the clear, frosty air, he heard a sound of which he knew the meaning, thoughthose who were with him did not. Whispering to the serf, he said, They are after us.Get ready your musket

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