Old Oaken Bucket” which every boy and girl should learn. I will 
     
    
   
   
    
     repeat a few lines of it here: 
     
    
   
   
    
     "How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, 
     
     When fond recollection presents them to View; 
     
     The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wildwood, 
     
     And every loved spot which my infancy knew. 
     
    
   
   
    
     The wide spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, 
     
    

    
     The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell,— 
     
    

    
     The cot of my father, the dairy house nigh it, 
     
    

    
     And e’en the rude bucket that hung in the well. 
     
    

    
     The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, the moss-covered 
     
     bucket that hung in the well.” 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET 
     
    
   
   
    
     This is a picture of the old well at Grand Pre, N. S., dug in 1755. It is 
     
     the same type as those among the early settlers on P. E. I. It is inserted 
     
     here through the favor of Mr. George E. Graham, Vice-President and 
     
     General Manager of the Dominion Atlantic Railway. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Our dairy house was in the garden under the shade of balm-of- 
     
     Gilead, willow and poplar trees. It was a low building with a shal- 
     
     low cellar, the floor of which was covered with great flat stones, on 
     
     which were set the broad-brimmed, shallow pans of rich milk; in the 
     
     mornings these would have a deep covering of golden cream. That 
     
     was the place for a boy with a spoon to lift the cream and with a piece 
     
    
   
   
    
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