He was very tender-hearted. One day he took a gun and went shooting. He killed a robin. Then he felt sorry for the robin He came home with tears in his eyes. He was so grieved, that he never went shooting again.

He liked to read Irving's "Sketch Book." Its strange stories about Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van pleased his fancy.

When he was thirteen he wrote a poem. It was about fight with the Indians. He sent his verses to a He wondered if the would print them. He could not think of anything else. He walked up and down in front of the printing office. He thought that his poem might be in the printer's hands.

When the paper came out, there was his poem. It was signed "Henry." read it. He thought it a good poem.

But a judge who did not know whose poem it was talked about it that evening. He said to young "Did you see that poem in the paper? It was stiff. And all taken from other poets, too."

This made Henry feel bad. But he kept on trying. After many years, he became a famous poet.

For more than fifty years, young people have liked to read his poem called "A Psalm of Life." Here are three stanzas of it:—