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III. —Self-Help ............
ArT—Puss and the Fox ... ... ...
VII.—What a Spider and a Fly Did ...
IX.—Do Your Best ... ... ... ...
X.—The Frog and the Ox ... ... ...
XII.—The Boy and the Wolf ......
XIV—The Babes in the Wood, Part II. ...
XVI.—Polly’s Answer to Nellie’s Letter ...
XIX.—Frogs at School ... ... ... ...
XXI.—Little Red Riding Hood, Part I. ...
XXII.—Little Red Riding Hood, Part II. ...
XXIII. —I Saw a Ship A-bailing ... ...
XXIX.—Caught by the Tide, Part III. ... XXX. — The Star ... ... ... ... ...
XXXI.—The Man, the Boy, and the Donkey XXXII.*— llow Silver-Hair tried to be Great ... .XXXIII.—A Night with a Wolf ... ... ...
XXXIV.—More About Cats and Dogs, Part I....
XXXV. — More About Cats and Dogs, Part II.
XXXVI.—A Boy's Song ............
XXXVII.—The Months and the Seasons......
XXXVIII.—•Christmas ... ... ... ...
XXXIX.—The Monkey and the Looking Glass X L.—About Bees ... ... ... ...
X LI.—The Town Mouse and the Country Morse X Li I.—The Goose and the Golden Eggs ...
The mottoes are not necessarily connected with tho Reading Lessons.
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THE NEW BOOK. .
know always yourselves people
every never almost anything
1. Here is a new book. I hope every little boy and girl in this class loves books.
2. We always try to take care of what we love ; so we know that boys and girls love their books, when they are careful not to soil or tear them.
3. When you learn to read well, you can find out for yourselves almost anything you want to know; for books tell us about people who lived long ago, about far-off lands, and many other things.
4. You should try, then, dear boys and girls, to learn as much as you can, so that you may grow up wise and good men and women.
Kind words can never die.
THE BOYS AND THE FROGS.
this these said pray pond pelt that those
1. Some boys went out one day to play by a pond. They threw stones into it for fun.
2. Now this pond was full of frogs, and some of the stones hit the frogs.
3. Then one of the frogs put up its head above the water, and said : “ Pray do not pelt us so.”
4. “We are but at play,” said one of the boys. “True,” said the frog, “but the stones you throw hurt us all the same. What is play to you is death to us.”
crow once standing bottom
drop garden cottage heavy
rim thirsty hoping enough
1. There was once a crow that was very thirsty. As he flew over the country, not a drop of water could he see. At last he saw a jug standing at a cottage door.
2. Hoping to find water in it, he lighted on its rim. There was water in it, but so near the bottom that he could not reach it.
3. He tried to upset the jug, but it was too heavy. Did he give it up ? Not he.
4. On the roadside there was a heap of small stones. The crow took these in his bill, one by one, and dropped them into tie jug, until the water was high enough for him to drink.
quite happy birthday
being feather paper
front marched soldiers
1. Harry was six years old on Monday, and liis mother made him a little cake. She also said he might have Charlie to play with him. Charlie lived quite near, and was almost seven years old.
2. The two little boys wanted to play at being soldiers. So Harry’s mother made nice paper caps for them, and put a feather in each of the caps.
3. Harry had a drum, and marched in front, beating rub-a-dub-dub. He said he was the band, and Charlie was to march behind.
4. They played all the afternoon, and had great fun. Then they had tea and cake, and Charlie went home.
5. When Harry wished his mother good-night, as she put him to bed, he said he had had a happy birthday.
Doing nothing is doing ill.
THE BLIND MAN AND HIS DOG.
blind another children pretty
friend flowers only other
1. This poor old man is blind. He has no home, and no one to care for him. The only friend he has, is his little dog, which leads the old man from house to house.
2. One end of the string is around the dog’s neck, and the old man has the other end in his hand. So the dog leads him from one place to another.
3. One day I saw a little girl give the dog some bread to eat. The dog gave it all to the poor blind man, and then the old man gave some of it back to him.
4. It must be very hard to be blind. But you see how true a friend this dog is.
5. This old man cannot see the pretty flowers on the trees. He cannot see the sweet little birds as they fly about; he cannot see even his only friend.
6. Only think, my children, what it is to be blind. Will you not try to be very kind to such as he ? Will you not do all that you can to make them happy? You will be happy if you do.
Who digs a pit for others falls into it himself.
PUSS AND THE FOX
heard guess caught
whole worth hounds
1. A fox one day said to his friend, the wild cat, “ When the hounds come to hunt me, I have so many tricks to get
out of their way that they cannot catch me ; I have ten tricks and ten times more than you can guess.”
2. “ As for poor me,” said the cat, “ I have but one, and, if that should fail, I am a lost cat.”
3. “ Ah! poor puss!” said the fox. Just then they heard the blast of the horn, and up came the hounds in full ery.
4. The fox ran this way and that, and tried all his tricks, but was caught at last.
5. The cat ran up a tree, for that was her one trick, and the hounds could not reach her.
6. “ So I see,” said the cat, “ that one good trick is worth more than ten bad ones.”
There’s a neat little clock,
In the school-room it stands, And it points to the time With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock, Keep a face clean and bright With hands ever ready To do ivhat i& right
WHAT A SPIDER AND FLY DID.
next young power
crept under thought
brushed spiders creeping
speckled sailor across
1. There was once a young prince, who said that, if he had the power, he would drive all the spiders and flies out of the world.
2. One day, after a great fight, this prince had to hide from liis foes. He ran into a wood, and there, under a tree, he lay down and fell asleep.
3. A had man saw him. He drew his sword, and crept up toward him. But a fly came creeping over the face of the prince and waked him. He sprang to his feet, and the man ran off*.
4. That night the prince hid himself in a cave in the same wood. In the night a spider wove her web across the mouth of the cave.
5. Two men, who were hunting for the prince, that they might kill him, passed by the cave in the morning, and the prince heard what they said.
6. “Look!” cried one of them, “he must be hid in the cave.”
“ No,” said the other, “that cannot be, for if he had gone in there, he would have brushed down that spider’s web.” And so the men went on, and did not look into the cave.
7. As soon as they were out of sight, the prince thought how his life had been saved—one day by a fly, and the next day by a spider.
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trc's;
The sailor sinfs of ropes and things In ships upon the seas.
—R. L. Stevenson.
THE PEACH TREE,
leaves pity tiny bigger
until faded before because
peaches showed swelling summer
earth brought watched blossoms
1. One day Tom’s father brought home a young peach tree, and planted it in the garden. Tom thought it looked very dry, and he wanted to know why it had no leaves.
2. His father said the leaves would
come soon. He also showed him the roots, that would suck up food out of the earth, to feed the tree, and make it grow.
3. Tom looked at the tree every morning, and he saw the little buds swelling and getting bigger each day, till, at last, the tree was covered with pretty green leaves.
4. He asked his father when the peaches would come. i£ Not till next year, my boy,” said the father. Tom thought that a long time to wait, but he watched the tree growing all through the summer, until it was too high for him to reach its top.
5. Next year, when Spring came, the buds began to swell again; but some of them had pretty pink blossoms which came out before the leaves.
6. Then the blossoms faded and fell oh, and tiny green peaches came in their place. These grew bigger every day, and the sun shone warm upon them, until they grew sott and red and sweet.
Tom thought them all the nicer because he had watched them grow.
A little help is worth a lot of pity.
DO YOUR BEST.
to-day spell wisest
rule to-morrow better
matter surely daily
Do jour best, jour verj best,
And do it everj daj—
Little bojs and little girls,
That is the wisest waj.
No matter what jou trj to do,
At home or at jour school,
Alwajs do jour verj best—
There is no better rule.
So if jou read jour little book,
Or if jou learn to spell,
Or if jou plaj with hoop or ball Be sure to do it well.
If, bojs and girls, jou do jour best, Your best will better grow,
But if jou slight jour dailj task You’ll let the better go.
What if jour lessons should be hard, Do not give up to sorrow;
For if jou bravelj work to-daj, You’ll surelj win to-morrow.
THE FROG AND THE OX.
burst shy easily hungry
broad monster split reply
farmer mountain fallen moment
bunch trash heights despise
1. “Oil! father,” said a little frog to the big one sitting by the side of a pool, “ I have seen such a dreadful monster ! It was as big as a mountain, with horns and a long tail, and it had a hoof split in two.”
2. “ Tush, child, tush !” said the old frog, “ that was only farmer White’s ox. He is not so big either. He may be a little bit taller than I, but I could easily make myself quite as broad. Just
you see !”
3. So he blew himself out, and out, and out. “Was he as big as that?” asked he.
“ Oh, much bigger than that,” said the young frog.
4. Again the old one blew himself out,
and asked the young one if the ox was as big as that.
“ Bigger, father, bigger,” was the reply.
5. So the old frog took a deep breath, and blew, and blew, and swelled, and swelled.
6. Then he said, “I’m sure the ox is
not as big as —.” But at that moment he burst. _
A hungivy fox one clay did spy,
A bunch of grapes that hung full high ; He jumped to reach them but in vain, Again he jumped and failed again.
Turning away, “They’re sour,”said he, “Such trash is not the food for me.” How many like the fox despise Those heights to which they cannot rise.
THE BLACK BEAR.
springs climbed covered snugly
comb plenty pieces hidden
gnaws honey winter rather
through twigs hollow closes
1. This is a black bear. He lives in a far-off land.
2. Bears are covered with long, thick hair, which keeps them very warm.
3. Men hunt bears for their skins. From these skins coats and other things are made.
4. The black bear is a good climber. He makes his home in a hollow tree or in a cave. He is very fond of wild fruit, of which he finds plenty in the
5. He loves honey, too, and when he finds a hive of wild bees, he is sure to take all they have.
The wild bees make their hives in hollow trees, and the bear finds them by the smell of the honey.
6. When he finds a hive, he climbs the tree, and for hours and hours he gnaws away at the bark and the wood. After a while he makes a hole large enough to let in his paw.
7. Of course the bees do not like this. They buzz around the bear and try to sting him. But his skin is so thick, and his hair is so long, that he does not mind the stings of the bees.
8. He puts his great paw through the hole into the hive, and pulls out large pieces of the comb which holds the honey. He never stops until he has taken out every bit.
9. When Winter comes, the bear creeps into a hole or a cave, and there he makes a soft bed of leaves and twigs. When the snow comes, it covers the mouth of the hole or cave, where the bear lies snugly hidden. He closes his eyes, and sleeps through the whole Winter.
10. In the Spring, when the snow is gone, and the green leaves come out, the bear wakes from his long sleep. Then he sets out once more to roam the woods, hunting for fruit and hives of wild bees.
THE BOY AND THE WOLF.
wolf lamb liar eaten
pranks screamed perhaps thrive
truth often foolish plough
1. A boy was set to watch a flock of sheep, and was told to cry out if he saw a wolf coming.
2. Now this boy was fond of fun, so he would often cry out: “ The wolf, the wolf!” Then the men would run from their work, but only to find that no wolf was there. The boy thought this was fine fun.
3. But one day a wolf did come; and then the boy began to shout: “ Help, help! the wolf the wolf!”
4. Do you think the men minded him ? Not they. They thought it was only one of his mad pranks.
5. He shouted and shouted, he cried and screamed; but no one would go to him, or give him any help.
6. So the wolf caught two sheep and a lamb, and killed them, and perhaps, if the foolish boy had not run away in time, the wolf would have killed and eaten him too.
He that would thrive must rise a,t five; He that hath thriven may lie till seven; And he that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.
THE BABES IN THE WOOD. Part I.
mother who had
boy and a girl. Now there came a plague in the land, and the father and
mother were both taken ill, and saw that they were like to die. They were very sad about their children, who would soon be without parents.
2. The father was a man of some wealth. He sent for his brother, and he made his will. To his little son he left three hundred pounds a year, and to his daughter he left five hundred pounds. If the children should die, before they came of age, then all the money was to go to the uncle.
3. Then he begged his brother to be kind to the children, and keep them from harm. The brother spoke out and said he would do his best for them, and be true to the trust that was laid on him. This promise made glad the hearts of the sick father and mother, and they died in peace, and were buried in one grave.
4. The uncle took the children away with him to his own house, and at first he was not unkind to them. But, by and by, he began to cast longing eyes on their money. How well it would be, he thought in his heart, if they were to die early, for then he would have the
boy’s three hundred pounds a year, and the little girl’s five hundred pounds, too.
5. He kept them in his own house for a year, and then he formed a wicked plan to get rid of them both.
6. Not far off* lived two bad men, who were ready to do any evil act, if well paid for it. The uncle sent for these men, and paid them to take the babes into the wood, and kill them there. He told his wife, who was a kind woman, that he was sending the children to London to some friends of his.
7. So the children were taken away, and, as they went along, they told the men of all the pretty toys they would get in London town.
Morning comes to little eyes,
Wakens birds and butterflies,
Bids the flower up-lift his head,
Calls the whole round world from bed.
—R. Le Galliknne
THE BABES IN THE WOOD.
hearted than the other, became sorry for what he had taken in hand to do. But the second man was hard, and would not listen to his fellow, and said he would kill the babes outright.
2. So they fell from words to blows. They drew their swords and fought, and he who
had the kinder heart killed the other. And when lie saw that his fellow was dead, he was afraid, and wished to flee from the place. But what should he do with the poor children, who stood by with tears in their eyes ?
3. He led them about two miles through the wood, and then he left them, saying that he would bring them bread when he came back. But he never came back—he fled into another country.
4. He had brought the babes to the edge of the wood, near to some cottages. He thought they would make their way out of the forest and be found by kind people, who would give them food and shelter.
5. But they were frightened, and knew not what to do. They waited a long time for the man, and, as he did not come back, they wandered into the wood. Instead of getting out, they went further and further, into the very depths of the wood, and, when dark night came on, they sat down and cried.
6. At last they died—clasped in one another’s arms — and Robin-redbreast covered them with leaves.
NELLIE’S FIRST PICNIC.
1. Nellie lived in Sydney and went to a Sunday School there. One day in November all the scholars, with their teachers and some of their parents, went for a picnic to Manly.
2. It was a clear bright day, and a cool breeze was blowing over the water. The children were all smiling and happy. They ran from one end of the little steamer to the other, looking at a hundred things—the white track the steamer made, the big ships, the crowded houses of the town. The band played a merry tune, and the sunlight danced on the waves and on the faces of the children.
3. Very soon they came to the sea beach, where they all played and ran about. Some played rounders, some cricket, and some went on swings. Nellie, with other girls, got some pretty wild flowers to take home.
4. After a time they had dinner— lots of cake and buns and fruit; then more play, and soon the day was done, and they went home tired and happy.
5. Next day Nellie wrote a letter to her cousin Polly, who lived in the country, and told her all about her first picnic.
Wo child in all this busy world Is ever out of sight-
POLLY’S ANSWER TO NELLIE’S LETTER
ferns fruit lollies nearly
prizes buggy flat pony
skipping buggies river ponies
My dear Nellie,—
I am glad you had a fine picnic. Our Sunday School had one, too.
But we had no steamer to take us. We went in buggies, and some people rode on horses and ponies. Jack rode on his pony.
We went to a nice flat by the river, and had swings and races for prizes. Bob won a knife in the race, and Janey
won a pretty doll for skipping best.
Some big boys went fishing, and caught a good many fish. Some of the girls gathered ferns and flowers, and we had a great time, and a good dinner, and plenty of fruit and lollies. It was nearly dark when we got home.
Your loving cousin,
That is Polly’s letter; but I think her mother helped her a little, and told her how to spell some of the words.
A kind heart is better than a fair face.
A BRAVE DOG.
turned during driven bruised
rough angry distress slippery
bridge stuck firmly safety
1. Once, during a great storm, a ship was driven on some rocks near the shore. The sailors could not get her off, and they knew that the waves would soon dash her to pieces.
2. What could they do ? The sea was so rough that no boat could live
in it. The people on the shore saw the ship, but they could only stand and look on, without being able to give any help.
3. Now, on board the ship was a great Newfoundland dog, whom all the sailors loved. In their distress they turned to him. They put a rope in his mouth, and told him to swim to the shore.
4. The brave fellow jumped into the angry sea. For a long time he could not get near the shore, and when at last lie did get there, the rocks were so high and slippery that he could not climb up. The waves broke over him
and bruised him against the rocks, but he held on firmly to the rope.
5. At length, a boatman leaned over the edge of the rock and caught the rope. It was soon made fast on land, and so a kind of bridge was made, by which the sailors could reach the shore in safety.
6. You may be sure they did not forget the brave dog who had saved their lives.
I woke before the morning, I was happy ail the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck
to vlay. „
2. The blacksmith works in iron. Do
1. Iron is very hard and strong, and there is a great deal of it in the world. I don’t know what we should do without it.
you see him at work ? He has a forge : lie blows the fire with a great pair of bellows, to make the iron hot.
3. Now lie takes it out with the tongs, and puts it upon the anvil. Now he beats it with a hammer. How hard he works ? The sparks fly about—pretty, bright sparks. What is he making ? He is making horse-shoes.
4. There is a way to make iron very hard. When so hardened, it is called steel. Knives and scissors are made of steel.
5. Copper is not so useful as iron, but
it is tougher. You have all seen copper boilers and pans. And what fine, strong wire is made of it! It has a pretty colour, too; but it is not quite so bright as gold. -
Whatever you do, do with your might;
Things done by halves are never done right.
FROGS AT SCHOOL.
1. Twenty froggies went to school,
Down beside a rushy pool ;
Twenty little coats of green,
Twenty vests all white and clean.
“We must be in time,” said they ;
“ First we study, then we play ;
That is how we keep the rule,
When we froggies go to school.”
2. Master Bull-frog, grave and stern,
Called the classes in their turn ; •
Taught them how to nobly strive, Likewise how to leap and dive ;
From his seat upon the log
Showed them how to say, “ Ker-chog !”
Also, how to dodge a blow
From the sticks which bad boys throw.
3. Twenty froggies grew up fast; Bull-frogs they became at last; Not one dunce among the lot, Not one lesson they forgot. Polished in a high degree,
As each froggie ought to be. Now they sit on other logs, Teaching other little frogs.
strange offered short
reins stupid playmate
grassy ancient sages
1. Harold was a Sydney boy who had been ill. His mother sent him to stay for a time with an uncle and aunt, who lived on a farm in the country.
2. When he went there, he thought everything very strange, and was afraid to go near the cows, when they were brought in to be milked.
3. His cousin Jessie had a nice little pony, on which she often went for a ride, when her father had time to take her. She offered to lend the pony to Harold,
but he said he did not know how to ride, and he would not try by himself.
4. So Jessie thought that boys must be very stupid. She had no brothers of her own, or she would have known better.
5. But Harold was not stupid. It was only that he was not strong, and felt everything new and strange. One day his uncle set him on the pony, and showed him how to hold the reins, and took him for a short ride.
6. The next day he took him for a longer ride, and Harold soon learned to ride as well as Jessie. He also got used to the cows, and was not a bit afraid of them. He even learned to milk one of them.
7. He drank plenty of nice new milk every day, and soon got quite well and strong. Then his mother came to bring him home, and Jessie was very sorry to lose her playmate.
Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places—
That was how in ancient ages, Children grew to Icings and sages•
LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.
green maiden sweetest grand-mamma
straight puddings basket beyond
grey knock answer bobbin
latch heaven pleasant ocean
1. There once lived in a cottage, a little maiden, who was
“The sweetest little maiden that ever was seen.”
Everybody loved her, and she wore “ a little red hood, just like a queen.”
2. Now, because this little girl had a red cloak and hood, everybody called her Little Red Riding-Hood. Well, one day her mother made some nice puddings, and she asked Little Red Riding-Hood to take one of them to her grand-mamma.
3. “ Go,” said her mother, “ straight along to grandmother, with this nice pudding in your basket, and then come straight home again. Mind, talk to no one on the road.”
4. So Little Red Riding-Hood set off
to go to her grandmother, who lived in a
cottage beyond the wood. As she went through the wood, the little maid met an old grey wolf, who would have liked to eat her, but he was afraid, for some men were near cutting down trees.
5. But he stopped her and said:
“ What have you got in your basket, my dear ?”
“ Only some pudding.”
“ And where are you going, my dear ?”
“ I am going to see granny.”
6. “ And where does granny live ?” asked the grey wolf.
“ In the cottage beyond tl e wood,” said Red Riding-Hood.
“ And when you go to the cottage, what do you do ?”
441 knock at the door.”
“ And what does your granny say then ?” said the wolf.
“ She says, ‘ Who is there?’ ” replied the little maid.
7. “ And what do you do next, my pretty one?”
“ Oh, I answer and say, ‘ I am Little Red Riding-Hood, and I have brought you some nice pudding.’ Then grandmamma says, ‘ Pull the bobbin, and the latch will come up.’ ”
Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land
Little deeds of hindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the Heaven above.
LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD Part II.
voice idled guessed shoulders
clothes within forgetting picking
tooth gobbled speaking softened
teeth table night-cap amazed
1. Well, when the wolf heard this, he ran as fast as he could, always taking the shortest way. But the little maid, forgetting what her mother had said, idled by the way, picking flowers and running after butterflies.
2. The grey wolf soon got to granny’s door. He knocked—tap, tap, rat-tat.
“ Who is there ?” called a voice within.
“ Little Red Riding-Hood,” said the wolf, speaking as much like the girl as he could. “ I have brought you a nice pudding.”
3. So granny, who was weak and in bed, cried out, “ Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.”
Then the wolf opened the door, and fell upon the poor old woman, and gobbled her up in a moment. He then shut the door, and jumped into granny’s bed, and pulled granny’s nightcap over his head.
4. Soon Little Red Riding-Hood tapped at the door.
“ Who is there ?” the wolf called out.
“Your grand-child, Red Riding-Hood.”
Then the wolf softened his voice, and cried:
“Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.”
5. When she came in, the wolf pulled the clothes over his shoulders, and said :
“ Put the pudding on the table, and come and sit by me, and tell me how your mother is ? ”
6. So Red Riding-Hood came and sat close by the bed, and she was much
amazed when she saw how granny looked.
“ Grand-mamma, what long arms you have got.”
“ The better to hug you, my dear.”
“ Grand-mamma, what great eyes you have.”
44 The better to see you, my dear.”
“ Grand-mamma, what great teeth you have got ?
44 The better to eat you, my dear.”
7. With that the wolf jumped out of the bed, and fell upon the poor little maid to eat her up. And, indeed, he would have done so; but at that moment—clickbang ! through the door a gun was fired, and the grey wolf rolled over dead.
8. It was Red Riding-Hood’s father who fired the gun. He had seen the wolf going the same way as his little girl, and guessed he must be up to some harm. So he followed and came just in time to save the little maid, who had forgotten to do what her mother told her.
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING.
1. I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty tilings For baby and for me.
2. There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were all of velvet,
And the masts of beaten gold.
3. The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks.
4. The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back ;
And when the ship began to move, The captain said, “ Quack ! quack !
Lesson XXIV. A LION STORY.
1. A man, in a land where lions are found, was once out, late in the day, far from home.
2. On his way back he saw a lion, and the lion saw him, but the lion was still a long way off. The man had a gun, but he had used up all his shot.
3. What could he do? He would not run, but he began to walk very fast. Then the lion rose up, and went after him.
4. The man knew that he must show no sign of fear. So, putting on a bold face, he stopped in his walk and turned to look at the lion. The lion also stopped. This was done three or four times. But darkness was coming on, and the man knew that in the dark the lion would run, leap on him, and kill him.
5. At length he saw a place, where the ground was broken away and formed a steep cliff. He ran to the edge of the cliff and climbed down, so that the lion could not see him.
6. But he was not safe yet; so he thought he would cheat the lion, and this was how he did it.
7. He took off his hat and coat, and tied them to his gun, so as to make them seem like a man. Then he put the gun in a chink of the cliff, where the lion could see it. He himself hid close by.
8. The lion came on, slowly and slyly, and when he was near enough, he made a spring at what seemed the man.
9. His leap took him over the cliff, and, from his hiding-place, the man saw him dashed to pieces on the sharp rocks below.
Dainty little Dandelion,
Smiling on the lawn,
Sleeping through the dewy night, Waking with the dawn.
Fairy little Dandelion,
In her misty shroud,
Passes from our sight away,
Like a summer cloud.
MABEL AND HER DOLLS.
1. Mabel had three dolls : one of them she called Alice, one Kate, and one Molly. She dressed them, and played with them every day, and was very happy.
2. One day her grandmother sent her another very beautiful doll; it was so pretty and so nicely dressed that she called it Lady Mary.
3. She put the four dolls in a row on the verandah; but Alice had lost a leer, and could not stand against the wall, like the others. One arm was loose, and her clothes looked dirty beside Lady Mary’s.
4. So Mabel took Alice up and said, “ Oh, you are a shabby old thing ! I don’t want
you any more.”
5. “ Then please give her to me,” said a voice, and Mabel looked round and saw that another little girl had come on the verandah. She was not so well dressed as Mabel, and she had no doll.
6. This little girl had come with a message to Mabel’s mother, and she looked very wistfully at the dolls. She thought that a little girl, who had so many, might well spare one to a little girl who had none.
7. Mabel did not think so, for she said, “No, I cannot give you Alice, and I think you are a bold little girl to ask for her.”
8. “I hope my little girl is not going to be like the dog in the manger,” said her father, who had heard all the children said to each other.
9. “ I don’t know what that is,” said Mabel.
“Well,” said her father, “you had better give this little girl the doll you said you did not ’want, and then you will not be like him.”
10. Mabel gave the doll, though not
very willingly; but she knew she must obey her father.
Lesson XXVI THE DOG IN THE MANGER.
meant parted looking cosily
field working awakened enjoy
grudge yourself yourselves wanted
tired after weary fluttered
1. “ Mother,” said Mabel, soon after she had parted with her doll Alice, “ do you know what father meant by the dog in the manger ?”
2. “ Oh, yes,” said the mother.
“Will you please tell me about it ?”
Then her mother said :
3. “A dog was one day looking out for a good place for his afternoon nap. He jumped into the manger of an ox, and lay there cosily upon the hay.
4. Soon the ox, who had been working hard all day in the field, came home, and wanted to eat some of the hay.
5. The dog was very angry at being awakened. He stood up and barked, and tried to bite the ox. He could not
eat the hay, but he would not let the hungry ox have it.
The sun is weary, for he ran So far and fast to-day ;
The birds are weary, for who sang So many songs as they ?
The bees and butterflies at last Are tired out, for just think, too,
How many gardens through the day Their little wings have fluttered through.
—R. Le Gallienne.
Lesson XXYII. CAUGHT BY THE TIDE. Part I.
what the tides are. The water rises slowly and flows higher and higher up on the land, until the beach is covered; then it turns, and flows out again, as slowly as it came in. The coming in of the water is called the “ flow of the tide ” ; the going out is called the “ ebb of the tide.”
2. One day two boys—Rob, who was fourteen years of age, and Walter, a boy of twelve—took their little sister Ettie to the beach to gather shells. They walked up and down on the sand searching for shells, but they could not find any that were very pretty.
3. “ It is too bad!” said Ettie ; “ some one has been here before us and picked up all the prettiest shells. I think they ought to have left some for us.”
4. “ They have as much right to them as we have,” said Walter. “We must try to find some that no one else has seen.”
5. “ That will be rather hard to do, unless we can find a place where no one else has been for some time,” said Rob. “ Now, if we could only go to Rocky Islet, I am sure we should find as many as we could carry. It is low tide, and the rocks are all standing above the water.”
6. “ Let us go, then,” said Walter. “There is old Jim’s boat just ahead of
us ; we can borrow that, and row over to the islet easily enough. It is not very far.”
7. Ettie clapped her hands for joy, and Rob gave his consent. They borrowed the fisherman’s boat, and, as both of the boys could row well, they soon reached Rocky Islet. Rob tied the boat to a large stone, and they all began to search for shells.
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Lesson XXVIII* OAUGHT BY THE TIDE.
1. They found many beautiful shells, which they placed in the boat. Little Ettie thought she had never seen such fine ones as some of them were.
“ Will not mother be pleased,” she said, “ when she sees how many we have ?—and such beauties, too.”
2. There was a pool of water on the islet, and in it were two crabs, which had been left there by the tide. Walter found them and called to his brother and sister to come and see them.
3. They watched the crabs for some time, and laughed at their funny looks and ways. At last Rob said, “ Come, now; the tide is rising, and we must start home.” They walked to the water’s edge, where they had left the boat, but it was not there. One of the oars lay on the rock, but the boat was gone !
4. Rob had not tied it fast, and the tide had carried it away. They could see it drifting to the shore.
5. “ What shall we do ?” cried Walter, in alarm. “ The tide will cover all these rocks. We must get to the shore, or we shall be drowned. Can you not swim to the boat, Rob ?”
6. “It is too far off,” said Rob, “and the wind is blowing it faster than I could swim. Perhaps some one will see us, and help us.”
7. They were much frightened, you may be sure. Ettie began to cry. The boys shouted as loud as they could, hoping that some one would hear them; but it was of no use for the shore was too far oil, and there was no boat in sight, but the empty one that was drifting away.
8. “Here is one of the oars,” said Rob, picking it up. “ Let me take your sash, Ettie; I will tie it fast to the oar, and wave it, to let them know that we need help.”
So he tied the sash to the oar, and waved it, in the hope that some one would see it.
Fretting mends no broken dishes, Brings ns none of all our wishes.
CAUGHT BY THE TIDE.
high knees middle crying
higher kissed drifting trying
highest danger patient nothing
1. But the water was now slowly rising, and they had to go back, step by step, to the middle of the islet. They climbed upon the highest rock they could find, and stood there, shouting and waving the oar.
2. At last the water reached the rock qd which they were standing. Little
Ettie screamed, as the water came over the rock and wetted her feet.
3. “It is of no use,” said Rob; “no one hears or sees us.”
The water was up to their knees now, and still rising. Rob told Ettie to put both her arms over the oar; then he tied her fast to it with the sash.
4. “ There, Walter,” he said, “ that will keep her from sinking, if the water gets too deep, or washes us oil the rock; and you and I can each take hold of an end and swim for some time. Let us take off our coats and shoes, before the water gets deeper.”
5. The three children kissed each other, and each of the boys took hold of the oar to which their sister was tied. Just then they heard a shout. They looked toward the shore, and saw a boat coming out to them. Jim, the fisherman, was in it.
6. The old man had seen the boat drifting to the shore, and knew at once that it must have got away from the children, and that they were in danger. So he dashed into the water and swam to the boat.
7. With the one oar, which he found in the bottom of the boat, he soon reached Rocky Islet. It would be hard to tell how glad they all were. Ettie threw her arms about Jim, and kissed him again and again.
8. Rob was glad, too, but he said nothing. He was a brave, good fellow, but he felt he had done wrong in going to the islet.
If you tried and have not won, Never stop for crying ;
All that’s great and good is done Just by patient trying.
shines twinkle wonder diamonds
shut blazing window traveller
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon; Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night,
Then the traveller in the dark Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
Tf you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
Yet often through my window peep ; For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright but tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
THE MAN, THE BOY, AND THE DONKEY
1. A man and his son were once going with their donkey to market. As they were walking along by its side, a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a donkey for but to ride upon ?”
2. So the man put the boy on the donkey, and they went on their way. But soon they passed a group of men, one of whom said :
“ See that lazy boy, he lets his father walk while he rides.”
3. So the man told the boy to get off, and got on himself. But they had not gone far when they passed two women, C\ one of whom said to the other :
“ Shame on that lazy lout, to let his poor little
son trudge along that!
4. Well, the man didn’t know what to do ; but at last he took his boy up before him on the donkey.
By this time they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to jeer and point at them. The man stopped and asked what they were scoffing at. The men said:
“Are you not ashamed to overload your poor donkey so—you and your hulking son ?”
5. The man and the boy got off, and tried to think what to do. They thought, and they thought, till at last they cut down a pole, tied the donkey’s feet to it,
and raised the pole and the donkey to their shoulders.
6. They went along like this till they came to Market Bridge, when the donkey, getting one of his feet loose, kicked out and caused the boy to drop his end of the pole.
In the struggle the donkey fell over the bridge and was drowned.
7. Try to please all, and you will please none.
HOW SILVER-HAIR TRIED TO RE GREAT
slipped flaxen money doctors
battle busy suppose orphan
handful ironing easy amuse
felt coward everything everybody
1. “ I wish I were a great man,” said little Silver-Hair, shaking the flaxen locks off his face, “ because then I’d do ever so many things to make people happy.”
“ What would you do if you were a great man, my son ?” asked his mother.
2. “ Why, I'd help the good people, and whip the bad people, and give money to the poor people, and send doctors to the sick people, and take care of the orphan people, and feed the hungry people, and—and—get my name put down in a book.”
3. “ Well,” said his mother laughing, “ those are many things even for a great man to do. But did you ever think how great men come to be great men ?”
“ No, mother.”
4. “ Do you think your little appletree, which is only as high as your knee, will ever grow to be a peach-tree ?”
“ No, mother.”
5. “ What kind of a tree was the pine-tree in the front yard, when it was little ?”
“ A pine-tree, of course !”
6. “ And now what kind of a boy do you think will grow to be a great man r
“ A great boy, I should think.”
7. “ Suppose, then, that my little Silver-Hair tries to be a great boy.”
“ How ?”
“ By doing everything he can to make everybody happy.”
“ Tell me something to do, mother.”
“ Well, there is Sarah, who is busy ironing. You might fill the wood-box for her.”
8. Silver-Hair went to work, and piled up the wood till the box was full. Then he pulled up the weeds in the back-yard, to please his father when he came home,
9. But now he was so tired, that he asked his mother, if she did not think he had done enough great things for one afternoon. His mother kissed him, and told him he might rest now, and play.
10. The next day he did not find it easy to be great, for little sister Maggie was cross. It was hard work to amuse her, when he wanted to play out under the trees. He had a mind to give up trying to be great.
11. He slipped away from her, put on his hat, and ran out into the grass. There he felt like a coward, who had run away from a battle.
12. So he gathered a handful of flowers, and took them in to the little girl, and showed her how to stand them up against the wall, and play that she had a garden.
13. Then he took her on his back, and played that he was a horse, until she laughed so loud, that his mother came to enjoy the fun.
Kind words are worth much, and they cost little.
WITH A WOLF.
1. Little one, come to my knee !
Hark how the rain is pouring Over the roof, in the pitch-black night And the wind in the woods a-roaring.
2. Hush, my darling, and listen,
Then pay for the story with kisses : Father was lost in the pitch-black night In just such a storm as this is.
3. High up on the lonely mountains,
Where the wild men watched and waited; Wolves in the forest, and bears in the bush, And I on my path belated.
4. The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came after, Bending the props of the pine-tree roof, And snapping many a rafter.
5. I crept along in the darkness,
Stunned, and bruised, and blinded—
Crept to a fir with thick-set boughs,
And a sheltering rock behind it.
6. There, from the blowing and raining,
Crouching, I sought to hide me : Something nestled, two green eyes shone, And a wolf lay down beside me.
7. Little one, be not frightened :
I and the wolf together,
Side by side, through the long, long night Hid from the awful weather.
8. His wet fur pressed against me ;
Each of us warmed the other ;
Each of us felt, in the stormy dark,
That beast and man was brother.
9. And when the falling forest
No longer crashed in warning,
Each of us went from our hiding-place Forth, in the wild, wet morning.
10. Darling, kiss me in payment!
Hark, how the wind is roaring ;
Father’s home is a better place When the stormy rain is pouring.
MORE ABOUT CATS AND DOGS.
smash. story indoors sometimes
bolted coffee breakfast waistcoat
chased quickly coal-scoop thistle
1. I should like to tell you a nice story about cats and dogs, and I hope the man who wrote the story first, will not mind if I tell it to you.
2. “I have a big dog, and his name is 4 Gus.’ He is a good sort of dog outside—in a field —but I won’t have him indoors. The
.louse is not big enough for him. If he stretches himself, over go the chairs and the table. If he wags his tail, the room looks as if a storm of wind had passed through it.
3. “ Sometimes when we are at dinner, he will creep under the table. He will
lie still for a bit and then, all at once, he will get up, and the table begins to jig about, as if it wished to turn head over heels.
4. “We try to keep it still, and then £ Grus ’ thinks somebody is pressing him down. He gets frightened, jumps about, and at last over go the table and all the dinner things. What a smash!
5. “This morning he came in, when we were at breakfast, and the first thing he did was to sweep my coffee cup off' the table with his tail. It landed full in the middle of my waistcoat!
6. “I rose up quickly; he bolted toward the door, and at the door he met Eliza coming in with eggs. Eliza said ‘Ugh!’ and sat down on the floor, and the eggs chased each other round the room. £ Gus ’ ran away, and I called out after him that he had better not show his face for some time. So he dodged the coal-scoop, and went.”
Simple Simon went to look If plums frew on a thistle;
He pricked his finders very much,
. Which made poor Simon whistle.
MORE ABOUT CATS AND DOGS.
stairs minutes matter
indeed penny pocket
noise fighting scratched
1. “I made sure that 4 Gus ’ had gone into the yard; but when I looked out, ten minutes later, he was sitting at the top of the stairs. I told him to go down, but he only barked and jumped about. So I went to see what was the matter.
2. “It was ‘ Tittums.’ She was sitting on the top stair but one, and would not let him pass.
‘ Tittums ’ is our kitten. She is about the size of a penny roll. Her back was up, and she was using very bad words indeed.
3. - I told her she ought to be ashamed of herself. Then I put her in my pocket, and went back to my desk. I forgot her for a time, and, when I looked again, she had got out of my pocket, and was now walking about on the table. Then she tried to swallow the pen, and at last
4. “I put her on the floor, where she used more bad words and began to fight with 1 2 3 4 Tim,’ our - fox-terrier. Then 4 Tittums’ ’ mother came in and scratched ‘ Tim’s ’ nose, and they made a bigger noise than ever.
I have put them all out in the hall, where they are still fighting.”
(Adapted from “Idle Ihoughts of an Idle Fellow,” by J. K. Jerome.)
A BOY’S SONG.
trout black-bird hawthorn nestlings lea homeward mowers shadow
blooms clustering meadow banter
Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and o’er the lea,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbirds sing the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest; There to trace the homeward bee,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest, Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
Why the boys should drive away Little sweet maidens from their play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That’s the thing I never could tell.
But this I knnw, I love to play,
Through the meadow among the hay;
Up the water and o’er the lea,
That’s the way for Billy and me.
THE MONTHS AND THE SEASONS.
months seasons hardly acres
brown yellow purple heath-land
young tender merriest ripens
1. In the year are four seasons and twelve months. The name of the months are rather hard, so I shall put them at the end of this lesson. The seasons are Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter.
2. I hardly know which I like best. In Spring, the fields are bright with green grass, and wild flowers bloom by the way side, and cover acres of heath-land with pink, red, and yellow.
3. Young tender leaves—green, brown, and purple—deck the trees in the woods, and the birds sing the merriest songs they can think of. Butterflies and moths come out of their winter cases, and flutter about in the sunshine, sipping honey at every flower.
4. Summer in our land is so hot that the flowers soon hang their heads. The sun, as it climbs slowly up and down the sky, ripens the corn and the fruit, but it also dries up the rivers and creeks, and makes the grass fade and die. But, with all its heat, we love the summer for its long bright days and clear skies.
5. In Autumn—the fall of the year— the last of the fruit is gathered, or falls from the tree. There are few flowers to be seen, and the leaves on some of the trees get yellow and red and brown. Soon they will fall, and the tree will stand bare, like a ship waiting for a storm. The bush trees, however, keep their coat of green all through the year. The old leaves drop off, it is true, but before they fall, young leaves are ready to take their places.
6. Last comes Winter. In England, Winter is an old man, and he brings snow and ice and sleet. Here he is a much younger man, with hardly a grey hair in his locks, and he is so mild and pleasant, that many a bush plant takes him for Summer, and unfolds its flowers without fear. Indeed, long before Winter goes, hill and valley are a-blaze with the gold of the wattle.
SUMMER. AUTUMN. WINTER. SPRING.
December March. June September
January April July October
February May August November
Dainty little stockings Hanging in a row,
Blue, and grey, and scarlet,
In the moonlight show.
Curly-headed sleepers Safely tucked in bed ;
Dreams of wondrous toy shops Dancing through each head.
Funny little stockings Hanging in a row,
Stuffed with sweet surprises, Down from top to toe.
Skates, and balls, and trumpets, Dishes, tops, and drums,
Books, and dolls, and candles, Nuts and sugar-plums.
Little sleepers waking :
Bless me, what a noise !
Wish you merry Christmas, Happy girls and boys !
THE MONKEY AND THE LOOKING-GLASS
lunge monkey perhaps circus
clever whenever looking-glass organ-grinder likeness careless carefully sudden
elf valley understand fountain
yonder gaily pathway melody
1. How many of you have seen a monkey ? A good many I should think, but perhaps there are little boys and girls who have never seen monkeys, or been to a circus. They have lost a good deal of fun; but perhaps they have had other fun to make up for it.
2. You may have seen monkeys at the “ Zoo,” or the monkeys that organ-grinders have with them. What funny things they are, with their red dresses and red caps! I saw one, the other day, that held out his cap for pennies, and he made a low bow, whenever a penny was dropped in.
3. Once there was a monkey named Jacky, who was kept in a cage with other monkeys. Jacky was full of
tricks. One day a lady handed him a looking-glass. This was a new thing to him. He did not know what to make of it. He looked at it, and saw —what do you think?—a monkey.
4. Now Jacky was not as clever as you are, so he took his own likeness for another monkey. He did not like the look of the new monkey very much, so he thought he would catch him.
5. He looked in the glass, and then made a lunge at the monkey which he thought was behind it; but, as he did not catch him, he put down the glass and looked round to see where the other fellow had got to.
6. “ I’m too careless,” thought Jacky. “I will get him next time.” So, the next time, watching the monkey in the glass very carefully all the while, he
put out one arm, and brought it slowly up behind the glass, and then made a sudden grab at the monkey.
7. He didn’t catch the monkey and the glass hit him on the nose, at which the bystanders laughed long and loud. Jacky scratched his head, as much as to say, ‘6 It may be great fun to you, but I can’t understand how in the world that monkey got away.”
A Summer Breeze.
O’er the valley, o’er the mountain!
By the pathway of the foam Leading down from yonder fountain, Like a honey-bird I roam!
O’er the meadows gaily singing,
Like an idle elf I rove,
My unheeded song a-singing To the melody I love.
— George Darlf.y.
Lesson XL. about bees
trunks drones insects
wax grubs improve
1. All boys and girls, who live in the country, have seen bees. They are very strange little things, and the most useful
of all insects. Many hundreds of bees live together in little houses called hives, or in the hollow trunks of old trees. During every sunny day, in the summertime, they are hard at work, gathering honey and making wax, and taking care of the young bees.
2. In every hive there are three kinds of bees : a great many workers, a few drones, and one queen. The queen bee lays a great many eggs—sometimes as many as two hundred in a day. From these eggs little white grubs are soon hatched. For about a week these grubs do nothing but eat; and they are fed very carefully by the busy workers.
3. After the little grub has eaten all that he wants, he spins a web around himself and goes to sleep. He sleeps for eleven days, and when he wakes, he is no longer a white grub, but a full-grown bee.
4. The queen bee stays in the hive most of the time, and so do the drones. The drones are big, lazy fellows, who never do anything but eat. Very often the workers become tired of feeding them, and sting them to death.
5. The worker-bees make the honeycomb, and fill it with honey. They keep the hive clean, and take care of the queen and the little baby bees. They know, too, about every flower in our gardens; for it is from them that they get their honey.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.
THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY MOUSE.
1. You must know that
a town mouse
once upon a time went on a visit to his cousin in the country. He lived a rough life, this cousin, but he loved his town friend, and made him heartily welcome.
2. Beans and bacon, cheese and bread, were all that he had to offer, but he offered them freely. The town mouse rather turned up his nose at this homely fare, and said :—“ I cannot understand, cousin, how you can put up with such poor fare as this, but of course you cannot expect anything better in the country. Come with me, and I will show you how to live. When you have been in town a week, you will wonder how you could ever have stood a country life.”
3. No sooner said than done: the two mice set off at once, and came to the house where the town mouse lived.
4. “ You will want something to eat after our long journey,” said the town mouse, as he took his friend into the grand dining-room. There they found the remains of a fine feast, and soon the two were eating up jellies and cakes and all that was nice.
5. Suddenly they heard growling and barking.
“ What is that?” said the country mouse.
“ It is only the dogs of the house,” said the other.
“ Only!” said the country mouse. “ I do not like that music at my dinner.”
6. Just at that moment the door flew open, in came two huge mastiffs, and the two mice had to scamper down and run off.
“ Good-bye, cousin,” said the country mouse.
“ What, going so soon ?” said the other.
“ Yes,” he replied.
Better beans and bacon in peace than calces and ale in fear.
THE GOOSE AND THE GOLDEN EGGS.
goose solid master richest
geese golden added greedy
1. Once upon a time there was a man who had a goose he thought a great deal of. And well he might do so, for this was the strangest goose that ever lived.
2. Every day she laid an egg. “ There is nothing strange about that,” you will say. Ah! but the eggs this goose laid were of solid gold. 1 liink of that!
3. Day after day this strange bird laid a shining golden egg for her master. That was why he liked the goose so much. You may be sure he did not sell these
eggs in the market. Not he: he hid them away carefully in a great iron box.
4. Every day he found a bright new golden egg in the goose’s nest, and added it to the pile. He was so glad to get it, that he could hardly wait for the night to pass and the morning to come. Each day seemed as long as a week to him.
5. When he saw the pile growing higher and higher in the iron box, he rubbed his hands with glee. i4Ali!” said he to himself, “ if it were only full, I should be the richest man in the world.”
6. He could think of nothing but his golden pile. At last he grew so greedy that he wanted all his gold at once. He thought he would find plenty of eggs in the goose’s body, and not have to wait, and wait, and wait any longer.
7. So one day he killed the wonderful bird. But when he came to look for more eggs—why, there were none to be found.
8. Foolish man! He had killed the goose that laid the golden eggs.
t/i useful trade is a mine of gold*
love you well, my little brother,
And you are fond of me;
Let us be hind to one another,
As brothers ought to be.
You shall learn to play with me,
And learn to use my toys;
And then I think that we shall be Two happy little boys.