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SCHOOL READING BY GRADES
NEW YORK.:. CINCINNATI.:. CHICAGO
AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1897, BY
AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY.
fOBOO. READING BY GRADES. THIRD YEAB.
W. P. 60
THE chief purpose of this volume, as of the others in the series, is to
help the pupil learn to read ; and to this object everything else is subservient.
Bearing in mind the fact that only those children who like to read ever
become good readers, the author has endeavored so to construct and
arrange the several lessons as to make each reading exercise a source of
pleasure to all. The successive stories, poems, and other pieces have been
chosen so as to present a varied succession of thoughts and images pleasing
to the child -thus stimulating his interest from day to day, arousing his
curiosity, directing his imagination, and adding to his store of knowledge.
The gradation is as nearly perfect as possible, each lesson being but a
little more difficult than that which precedes it. All new words that would
be likely to offer the slightest difficulties to the learner are printed in
the word lists at the beginning of the selection.
Since each recitation must necessarily be short, all the longer pieces
have been divided into parts- each part being sufficient in most cases
for one lesson. This method obviates the objection usually made to long
selections in books of this grade, and makes it possible to present in
complete form several adaptations of productions that are by common
consent recognized as classical. The constant trend of the lessons in all
the volumes in this series is towards leading the learner, as soon as he
is prepared for it, to a knowledge and appreciation of the best things in
the permanent literature of the world.
The illustrations are more numerous than in any other book of its class,
and are the work of the best artists. They are not merely pictures inserted
for the purpose of ornament; but are intended to be valuable aids towards
making the reading exercise enjoyable and instructive. Some will assist
the child's understanding; some will excite and direct his imagination;
nearly all may be used as the basis of interesting conversations or object
An examination of the volume will reveal many other important features.
Among these, special attention may be called to the following, viz.: the
literary quality of all the selections ; the adaptations from the classics of
our language, introducing the pupil to certain famous books and their
authors; the numerous lessons in'nature study; the many stories of a
moral or ethical character which will appeal to the child's better nature
and strengthen his love of right doing; lessons relating to the history of
our country or to the lives of great men ; short pieces to be memorized,
occurring here and there throughout the volume. Many of these fea-
tures, while of great importance in themselves, will appeal especially to
teachers who desire to use the reading lesson as a center of correlation with
The Story of a Whistle .
The Man, the Boy, and the
Donkey . .
Seeds and Plants .. .
A Pleasant Way .. ...
Foreign Lands . .
The Nests of Birds .
How the Birds learned to build
Nests . .
Picture Books in Winter
Taming Animals ...
The Wonderful World .
A Summer Day .. ..
The Gentle Tiger . .
The Town Mouse, and the
Country Mouse .
Something about Wasps
The Ride of Paul Revere
The Lost Lamb .. ..
The Story of a Lost Lamb.
The Blue Jay .
The Golden Touch .
The Clever Starling .
The Ship Coming Home
Eyes and No Eyes .
King Tawny Mane ..
Ants and their Ways
The General and the Corporal
Boys . .
Girls . .
The Story of Pocahontas .
The Kingfisher . .
Sweet Violets . .
William Tell . .
The Storks . .
What I would do ..
Two Strings to your Bow
The Hare with Many Friends.
General Putnam ..
"One, two, three I"-
The Arrow and the Song
A Brave Boy .. ..
Be Good, Sweet Maid I .
The Stdry of Persephone
A Midsummer Song .
The Story of the Flax
Little by Little ..
Robert of Lincoln .
The Twenty-third Psalm, .
The Wonderful Piper .
Verses to be Memorized- .
Beautiful Things .
whistle candy tasted spend pennies
coppers jingled drawer shook shopkeeper
THE STORY OF A WHISTLE.
1. On the day that Benjamin Franklin was
seven years old, his mother and brothers
gave him a few pennies.
"What shall I do with these coppers,
mother?" he said. "Shall I keep them in
2. "You may spend them for something
that you like," said his mother.
And may I have more when these are
gone ?" he asked.
3. His mother shook her head. "No, I
cannot give. you any more. So you inust
take care how you spend these."
4. The little boy ran out into the street.
The yellow pennies jingled in his pocket as
he ran, and made pleasant music for him.
5. Should he buy candy or toys? He liked
them both. He had not tasted candy for a'
long time; and he could not remember that
he had ever played with a toy of his own.
6. He thought that the pennies in his
pocket kept saying, "Candy or toys! candy
or toys! And he could not make up his
mind which he wanted most.
7. As he was running along, he met a boy
blowing a whistle. "That is just what I
want," he said; and he hurried across the
street to the place where whistles were sold.
s. "Have you any good whistles?" he
asked. He felt as if he were almost a man.
"Yes, plenty of them," said the shop-
keeper. "Will you buy a whistle to-day? "
9. I'll give you all the money I have for
one of them!" 'said Benjamin. He did not
think to ask the price.
"How much money have you? asked the
man. "Let me see."
io. Benjamin showed him the pennies. The
man counted them, and then said, "It's all
right, my little fellow." He put- the bright
coppers into his money drawer, and gave one
of the whistles to the little boy. "Here is
a whistle that will please you," he said. ?
"Just hear me blow it "
11. Benjamin Franklin was very happy.
He ran home as fast as he could, blowing
his whistle as he went.
"What have you there, my child?" asked
12. A whistle a whistle!" he cried.
"Just hear me blow it."
"How much did you pay for it?"
All the money I had! "
13. His brother, who was sitting in the
door, laughed. "Well! well! Did you give
all your pennies for that whistle ? "
"Yes," said little Benjamin, and he spoke
very slowly, I gave the man every one of
14. "You ought to have asked the price,"
said his mother, kindly. You have paid
four times what it is worth."
15. "Yes," said his brother. "That is a
dear whistle, I think. You had enough
money to buy a whistle and some candy too."
16. The little boy began to cry. But his
mother took him upon her lap and said,
" Never mind, my dear. We must all live
and learn; and I think that, after this, my
little boy will take care not to pay too much
for his whistles."
17. As long as Benjamin Franklin lived, he
did not forget the lesson which he learned
that day. He said, "If I am idle and spend
my time for nothing, what is that but paying
too much for a whistle? "
is. And so he was careful to make good
use of every hour. He was always busy; he
was always trying to learn some-
thing that would be useful to him- .
self and to others.
19. He could not go to school as "_
boys do now, but he read all the .'f
good books that he could get. Benjamin Franklin.
And in time he became one of the greatest
and wisest men that ever lived in our
20. When you are a little older, you will
read more about him, and about the many
things which he did to make people happier
and better. It is now more than a hundred
years since he lived, but the name of Benja-
min Franklin will never be forgotten.
fable idea kicked journey women
jeer pole donkey jogging Esop
ought cruel willing ashamed mounted
THE MAN, THE BOY, AND THE DONKEY.
1. Once upon a time a Man and his son
were going to market, and they were leading
their Donkey behind them. -They had not
gone far when they met a farmer, who
said, "You are very foolish to walk all
the way to town with that lazy Donkey.
following behind you. What is a donkey
good for, if not to ride upon? "
2. "Well, I never thought of that," said
the Man; "and I am very willing to please
you." So he put the Boy on the Donkey,
and they started again on their journey.
3. Soon they passed some men by the road-
side. See that lazy Boy," said one of them.
He rides on the Donkey, and makes his poor
old father walk behind."
4. When the Man heard this, he called to
the Boy and said, Stop a minute! Let us
see if we cannot please these men." Then
he told the Boy to get off, and mounted the
5. Two women next met them, and one
said to the other, Did you ever see so lazy a
man? He rides and takes his ease, while his
son walks behind."
6. The Man 'did not know what to do.
"My son," he said, "I think we should try to
please everybody; but how can we please the
women and the men at the same time ? "' After
a while he thought of a plan. He took the
Boy up behind him; and the Donkey went
jogging along with both of them on his back.
7. When, at last, they came into the town,
a crowd of men began to jeer and point at
them. The Man stopped and said, What is
the matter, my good friends? "
8. "Matter enough!" said the men. "You
ought to be ashamed of yourself for being so
cruel to that Donkey. It is too much for so
* small an animal to carry so heavy a load."
9. "I had not thought of that," said the
Man. "It does seem hard for the Donkey,
but then we were only trying to please some
of our friends." So he and his son got off
and tried to think what to do next.
10. They thought and thought till at last a
happy idea came into their'
minds. They found a long
pole, and tied the Don-
key's feet to it. Then
i after a great deal of hard
w'ork, they raised the pole
on their shoulders. The
Donkey did not like this,
but he could not help
It was as much as the Man
and Boy could do to carry him. But
they stood up very straight, while all the peo-
ple laughed at the funny sight. I think that
we are pleasing everybody now," said the Man.
12. When they came to Market Bridge, the
Donkey got one of his feet loose, and kicked
out. This made the Boy drop his end of the
pole. The Donkey fell on the bridge and
rolled over into the river and was drowned.
13. "I think, my son," said the Man, "that
we may learn a lesson from all this."
"What kind of a lesson, father? "
"Try to please everybody, and you will
14. This story of the Man, the Boy, and the
Donkey is a very old one, although it is here
told in a way that is somewhat new. It is a
fable; and every fable teaches some kind of
15. Two thousand years ago, men told these
fables to one another; and the children
listened to them and were pleased. But,
even then, they were old stories, and nobody
knows who first thought of them.
16. They are sometimes called Esop's fables,
because a man whose name was Esop was
the first to put them together in a book.
17. When reading a fable, you should always
Story to see what lesson it teaches. What les-
Sson does this fable teach? What other fables
do you know? Most of AEsop's fables are
about animals which are supposed to talk.
earth twining except nature
form tassel upward unfold
showers wonderful questions mistake
SEEDS AND PLANTS.
1. Plant a bean in the warm, soft ground,
and what do you think will take place?
In two or three weeks a vine will come
up from it. The vine will grow taller
and taller every day. It will climb up a
pole, twining round and round it as it goes.
2. After a while it will blossom. Then
pods will grow from the blossoms. In each
pod there will be beans just like the one that
you planted in the ground.
3. Many things have come from that one
little bean: the twining vine, the broad,
green leaves, the pretty flowers, the long
pods. Is it not wonderful?
-^ 4. Put a grain of corn into the ground.
By and by a tiny leaf will begin to push
itself up into the sunlight and the air.
The leaf grows from a stalk from which
other leaves will soon unfold. Every day the
stalk will get taller and taller, and the leaves
longer and broader.
5. A tassel will come out on top. An ear
of, corn will begin to form and push out
near the middle of the stalk. Then the
stalk will grow no more.
6. Can you name all the things that have
come from the grain which you planted?
They are all very different from it, except
the new grains that are on the ear.
7. An acorn falls from an oak tree. It is
the seed of the tree. Thousands and
thousands of acorns may fall from the
same tree; and yet not one of them will
grow unless it is covered with earth.
s. It may be that one acorn falls into
a hole in the ground. The autumn rains
wash the loose earth down upon it and it
is covered up. It lies hidden in the ground,
safe and sound, through the long winter
9 ,In the spring the warm sunshine falls
upon the acorn's hiding place; the spring
rains wet the earth. The acorn begins to
show signs of life. It first sends a strong
root deep down below it; then it sends two
green leaves upward into the air.
to. Between the two green leaves you can
see a tiny twig. The twig grows very
slowly; but it grows a little every sunny
Sday. Many, many years pass by, and at
last it becomes a great tree.
11. Now think how much has come from
the tiny acorn that was covered up when
the autumn rains were falling, and was after-
wards brought to life by the spring showers!
12. How is it that so much comes from so
small a seed? How is it that the same kind
of plants always grow from the same kind of
seeds? These are questions which wise men
1i. Why do the roots of plants always grow
downward? Why do the stalks always shoot
upward? Why do neither roots nor stalks
ever make a mistake?
14. Nobody can tell. All that we can say
about it is that they follow a law of
Nature. If they did-not do so, what a
queer world we should have !
15. As the plant grows larger and
stronger, more roots are sent down into
the ground, and each of these brings
up something which serves as food for
stalk and leaves. More leaves, too,
unfold in the air. The air and the sun-
light help to make them grow and be-
come strong; and from the air and the
sunlight they take in much food for the
16. Through the stalk and branches the sap
is flowing all the time. This sap carries to
the stalk the food which the roots have taken
from the ground. It carries also to the stalk
and roots the food which the leaves have
taken from the sunlight and the air.
Is there anything more wonderful than the
growing of a plant?
SCH. READ. III.-2
A PLEASANT WAY.
1. Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the gray trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea, -
That's the way for Billy and me.
2. Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee, -
That's the way for Billy and me.
3. Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thickest, greenest,
There to trace the homeward bee, -
That's the way for Billy and me.
4. Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow lies the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free, -
That's the way for Billy and me.
5. There let us walk, there let us play,
Through the meadow, among the hay,
Up the water and over the lea, -
That's the way for Billy and me.
slips either adorned
lead alive dimpling
dusty foreign tramping
1. Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad on foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.
3. I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky's blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down,
With people tramping into town.
4. If I could find a higher tree,
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships-
.6. To where the roads on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive.
Note: This poem is from a lit-
tle book called A Child's Garden
of Verses, written by Robert Louis
Stevenson. Mr. Stevenson was
.'the writer of many delightful
things for both children and
Robert Louis Stevenson, grown-up people.
wool swamp cotton plasters
needle glue weave swallows
cliff chimney tailor whip-poor-wills
THE NESTS OF BIRDS.
1. Most birds make nests, but the nests
are not all alike. Every kind of bird has
its own kind of nest. Some nests are put
in the tops of high trees and are made of
sticks laid across and across.
Some are of hay and straw, and 111,7I
are lined with mud. Some are of
hair and fine grass, and are lined
with soft warm wool.
2. Some are of mud, and are Ba artin's Nest.
built on the wall just under the roof of the
barn or the house. Some are built in holes
dug in the side of a steep hill. Some
are on the ground among the grass.
3. The tailor bird sews leaves together i'
for its nest. It sews them together with ilr
thread which it makes for itself from
cotton from the cotton plant. It uses Taior Bird's
its'bill for a needle. Nt
4. The robin builds its nest of many
things. It makes a frame work of twigs
and sticks, and then plasters it with mud.
When this has been done, it lines the inside
Sof the nest with fine moss and
feathers and hair.
5. Barn swallows build their
nests of mud. They make
Robin's Nest. them in barns, close to the
roof. Sometimes several swallows build their
nests in a row quite near to one another.
6. Cliff swallows use clay and sand for
their nests. They often put them under the
edge of a rock on the side of a
: steep hill or cliff.
7. Chimney swallows build in
.:. chimneys. They do not make
Much of a nest. It is nothing
Chimney Swallow's Nest,
but a little bare shelf made of
dry twigs which the bird has broken from
the trees while flying. The twigs are held
Together by a kind of glue which flows from
the bird's mouth.
8. Sparrows are of many kinds, and they
build their nests in different ways. Some
build near houses or barns, some in bushes or
trees, and some on the ground. Their nests
are made of straw and dry grass and feathers
put together without much care.
9. The swamp sparrow makes its
nest among tall grass where the
ground is wet and swampy. It is a
tiny nest of leaves and fine hay, and
is so well hidden that it is not easy Samp parrow's
to be found. Nest.
o1. Ducks, and other large birds that live
about the water, make their nests on the
ground. These nests are not much like a
robin's nest. Often they are nothing but a
few straws and sticks laid around the eggs
to keep them from rolling away.
11. Night hawks and whip-
poor-wills make no nests at
all. They lay their eggs on
the bare ground or among dry The eight Hawk.
leaves, where the color is the same as the
color of the eggs. You would have to look
very close to see one of these eggs.
magpie story course mountains
starling notice finished mourned
owl suits attention comfortable
HOW THE BIRDS LEARNED TO BUILD NESTS.
i. There is an old story which says that
the magpie was the first bird to build a nest.
One day all the birds came to her and said,
"Mrs. Magpie, won't you teach us how to
make pretty nests like your own? "
2. Oh, yes," said the magpie,
kindly. I will show you just how it
is done." Then she told them to sit
around her, and she would build a nest
The Magpie. while they were looking on. She said,
You have only to notice what I do."
3. She brought some mud from the side of
the brook and made it into a kind of round
cake. The birds sat very still, and watched
her until the cake was finished. Then the
thrush cried out, Oh, I see how the nest is
built! You first make a cake of mud, and then
pat it down in the middle." And she flew
away to try for herself; and no thrush has
learned anything about nest-building since.
4. The magpie next took some twigs, and
laid them round the cake of mud. Say
no more!" cried the blackbird. "I under-
stand it all." Away he flew to the green
thickets by the river; and that is how black-
birds build their nests to this very day.
5. Then the magpie put a thin layer of
mud on the twigs, and smoothed it a little
with her beak. Oh, that is all that I
need to know," said the wise owl.
"Who who who would have
thought it so simple a thing?" He
flew to the top of a great oak tree,
where he sat for a long time, looking
at the moon and saying, "Who -who
- who! The Owl
6. Then the magpie took some long, slen-
der twigs, and twined them round the out-
side. That is just the thing! cried the
song sparrow, and off he went. And song spar-
rows still make their nests by twining twigs.
7. After this, the magpie took some
feathers and fine moss, and lined the nest
until it was a very comfortable place indeed.
"That suits me! said the starling, and
off he flew. And everybody knows that star-
lings have built well-lined nests ever since.
s. The magpie kept on working and work-
ing. But every bird, when it had learned a
little about nest-building, flew away without
waiting to the end of the lesson. At last no
one was left but the turtledove. It had paid
no attention to what the magpie was doing,
and so had not learned anything at all.
9. It sat on a branch above the magpie's
nest, and kept saying over and over again,
"Take two, two, two, two! But it was
looking far away toward the blue mountains
in the west, and its thoughts were all with
its dear mate whom a cruel hawk had lately
10. Take two, two, two, two!" mourned
the dove. The magpie heard this just as
she was twining a slender twig around the
top of her nest. So, without looking up, she
said, One will be enough."
11. But the dove kept on saying, "Take
two, two, two, two! This made
the magpie angry, and she said, "Don't
I tell you that one will be enough? "
12. "Take two, two, two, two!"
still cried the turtledove. At last
the magpie looked up and saw that no bird h Dov
C) iThe Dove.
was near her but the silly dove.
"I'll never give another lesson in nest-
building!" she cried. And she flew away
and left the dove alone in the tree.
13. It was no use, after that, for any bird
to ask the magpie how to make a nest; and,
from that day to this, no bird has learned
anything new about its trade.
14. All the blackbirds, the thrushes, the
owls, and the doves, still build just as they
did a thousand years ago. None of them
seem to want better nests; and I doubt if
any could learn how to make them now, even
though the magpie should try to teach them
rooks crooks frosty thumbs
PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER.
1. Summer fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
2. Water now is turned to stone
Stone that I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks,
In the picture story-books.
3. All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children's eye,
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
4. We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies' looks,
In the picture story-books.
- From Robert Louis Stevenson.
Sandford fancy bowl
Merton snake skill
Barlow geese spoon
bread gander history
squeal goslings written
1. One of the first books ever made for
children to read was called The History of
Sandford and Merton." It was written very
many years ago by Thomas Day, an English-
man; but, old as it is, there are some stories
in it that you may like to read. I will tell
you one of them, not in the words of
the book, but as I remember it: -
2. Tommy Merton lived on a farm -*'
where there were a great many horses and '
cattle ,and pigs and sheep. He had never
seen any wild animals; but he had read
about them, and he thought that it would
be a good thing to catch some of them in
the woods and tame them.
3. "If you want to tame animals," said
his friend Mr. Barlow, "you must be good
to them. You must treat them kindly, and
then they will not be afraid of you, but will
come to you and love you."
4. "Yes," said Harry Sandford, "that is
very true. I once heard of a little boy who
took a great fancy to a snake that lived in
his father's garden."
Oh! said Tommy.
5. Yes, and when he was given milk for
breakfast, he would carry the bowl into the
garden and whistle; and the snake would
come to him, and lap the milk from .the'
"Didn't it bite him? asked Tommy.
6. No. Sometimes, when the snake
lapped too fast, he would give it a little tap
with his spoon; but it never hurt him."
"Well, I would rather have some other
kind of pet," said Tommy
7. A few days after that, Tommy thought
he would try his skill in taming animals.
He put some pieces of bread in his pocket
and went out to find some animal that he
might give them to.
s. As he was sitting on the gate by the
barn, he saw a pig which had run away from
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He thought he would try his skill.
its mother and was lying in the sun. Tommy
called, "Pig, pig, pig! Come here, little pig!
Come and get some bread! "
9. But the pig did not know what he
meant. It jumped up, looked at him, and
10. You little ugly creature! said Tommy.
"Do you treat me in that way when I am
so kind to you and want to feed you? If
you don't know your friends, I will teach
you." Then he ran after the pig, and
caught it by one of its legs.
11. The pig began to squeal so loudly that
its mother came running as fast as she could
to see what was the matter. Tommy was
frightened, and quickly let the pig go. But
as he was about' to turn round, his foot
slipped and he fell into the mud.
12. The pig's mother came up just as Tommy
was trying to rise. She was so
angry that she rolled him
back into the mud where it
Swas very deep. But she did not
-.:. hurt him. She left him there,
Kicking and crying, and ran on
to overtake her little one.
13. A large flock of geese happened to be
coming across the road just at that time.
The young goslings were frightened and ran
back, making a great noise. But the old
gander, who was the leader of the flock, flew
at Tommy's legs and pecked him several
times with his bill.
14. Poor Toilmmy, although a brave boy, now
began to scream with all his might. Mr.
Barlow, who was at work in the next field,
heard him and ran to his help. He
lifted him out of the mud, and set '
him on his feet. What is the mat-
ter? he asked.
15. "I was only doing what you told
me," said Tommy. "I wanted to make the
animals tame and gentle." And then he
told the whole story.
16. "But I don't remember," said Mr. Bar-
low, that I ever told you to catch little pigs
by their legs."
17. "No, sir," said Tommy; "but I wanted
to feed the pig. I wanted to be kind to it,
and make it tame."
is. How was the pig to understand what
you wanted?" said Mr. Barlow. "Before
you try to tame any animal, you must learn
something about its nature and its ways."
SCH. READ. III.-3
ah curled friendly beautifully
THE WONDERFUL WORLD.
1. Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast-
World, you are beautifully dressed!
2. The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree;
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.
3. 0 friendly World how far do you go
With the wheatfields that nod and the
rivers that flow,
With cities and gardens, and hills and isles,
And people upon you for thousands of
miles ? '
Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,
I tremble to think of you, World, at all.
And yet when I said my piryers to-day
A whisper within me seemed to say:
"You are more than this World, though
you are such a dot;
You can love and think, and the World can
dawns mist wink glossy
tints "melts plain surely
sheaves lance frown tinkle
A-' SUMMER DAY.
1. This is the way the morning dawns:
Rosy tints on flowers and trees,
Winds that wake the birds and bees,
Dewdrops on the fields and lawns -
This is the way the morning dawns.
2. This is the way the sun comes up:
Gold on brook and glossy leaves,
Mist that melts above the sheaves,
Vine, and rose, and buttercup -
This is the way the sun comes up.
a This is the way the river flows:
Here a whirl and there a dance;
Slowly now, then like a lance;
Swiftly to the sea it goes -
This is the way the river flows.
4. This is the way the rain comes down:
Tinkle, tinkle, drop by drop,
Over roof and chimney top;
Boughs that bend, and skies that frown -
This is the way the rain comes down.
6. This is the way the daylight dies:
Cows are lowing in the lane,
Fireflies wink on hill and plain;
Yellow, red, and purple skies -
This is the way the daylight dies.
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crew visit hammocks rubbed
chase deck carpenter mastiff
stripes steal present terrier
rigging steamships bowsprit vessel
THE GENTLE TIGER.
1. About a hundred years ago a baby tiger
was found in one of the wild jungles of India.
He was a beautiful little creature. His body
was marked with bright stripes of black and
yellow; his feet and nose were tipped with
white, and he was altogether as pretty a tiger
as one could wish to see.
2. A ship was just ready to
sail for England, and so the
men who had found the tiger
thought they would send him to
London as a present to the king. igr t rest
The tiger at rest.
In those days there were no
steamships, and it took many months for a
vessel to sail from India to England.
3. But the little tiger soon made himself at
home on board the ship, and he was liked
and petted by all- the crew. He was not
large enough to do any harm, and so he was
allowed to run about the decks as he wished.
4. He was always ready for a game with
any one who had time to play. He slept
with the sailors in their hammocks. He
took his food from their hands. He raced
with them on the deck and in the rigging.
5. He was very fond of meat, and now
and then he would steal a piece from the
cook room. One day the carpenter caught
him, just as he had snatched a piece of beef,
and gave him a good beating. But the tiger
did not try to bite the man, as you would
have thought. He took the beating as though
he knew he ought to have it; and after that
he was as friendly to the carpenter as to any
6. There was no place on the ship to which
he would not climb. He liked to run out
on the bowsprit and lie there, looking down
at the sea. He was as much at home among
the ropes and spars as any sailor could be.
He liked to run out on the bowsprit.
7. There were several dogs on board the
ship, and the tiger mad6 friends with them
all. They would play together on the deck.
They would chase one another about the ship.
s. At last, at the end of ten months, the
vessel reached London. The tiger had grown
to be quite a large animal by this time, and
he was taken to the Tower and shut up in a
cage. No matter what was done with him,
he was never cross or ugly, and so his
keepers became as fond of him as the sailors
9. One day, just after he had had his
dinner, a little terrier puppy was put into
his cage. Any other tiger would have eaten
it at once; but what did this tiger do? He
remembered his little friends on the ship,
and seemed very glad to see the terrier. He
licked it all over, and was careful not to hurt
it in any way.
to. After that, he watched every day for the
little dog. Sometimes the two animals were
fed at the same hour, the terrier eating on
the outside of the. cage. Once it tried to
reach through the bars and snatch a piece of
the tiger's meat; but the tiger quickly gave
it to understand that this was a thing which
he would not put up with at all.
1.. After several months, the terrier was
taken away, and one day when the tiger
awoke from a nap, he found a young mastiff
in its place. He was surprised, but began
at once to make friends with the stranger.
At first the mastiff was much frightened;
but in a few days it might be seen barking
around the tiger, and rolling between his
paws, not at all afraid of being hurt.
12. Two years passed, and the very same
carpenter that had beaten the tiger for steal-
ing the beef came back to London. One of
the first things that he did was to go and
see his old friend in the Tower.
13. The tiger knew him and seemed very
glad, indeed. The carpenter wanted to go
inside of the cage, but the keepers were
afraid. He is an old friend of mine," said
the carpenter. He will not harm me."
14. At last the door was opened and he was
allowed to go in. The tiger was delighted.
He rubbed against him, licked his hands, and
tried in every way to show how glad he was.
The carpenter staid for two or three hours.
When he got up to go, the tiger would hardly
let him leave the cage. He wanted to keep
him there all the time.
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THE TOWN MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY
1. Once upon a time a Town Mouse went
to visit his cousin in the country.
The country cousin was a rough fellow,
and his manners were not very fine.
But he was glad to see his town
friend, and did all that he could to
make things pleasant.
Monse. 2. Beans and corn and dry roots
were all that he could offer for dinner, but
they were offered very freely. The Town
Mouse rather turned up his nose at this
country fare. He said, "Cousin, I won-
der how you can put up with such food
S as this every day."
1-; 3. The Country Mouse said, "I don't
The Town know of anybody that has any better."
Monse. "Perhaps not," said his cousin; "but if
you will go home with me, I will show you
how to live. When you have been in town
a week, you will wonder how any one can
bear to stay in the country."
4. No sooner said than done. The two
mice set off for town, and came to the home
of the Town Mouse late at night.
5. The Town Mouse was very polite. After
they had rested a little while, he took his
friend into the great dining room. He said,
" We will have something to eat after our
6. On the table they found what had been
left of a fine supper. Soon they were busy
eating cakes and all that was nice. "This
is what I call living," said the Town Mouse.
7. Just then a noise
was heard at the door.
"What is that?" said
the Country Mouse.
"Oh, it's only
the dogs bark- "This is what I call living."
ing," said his cousin.
s. "Do they keep dogs in this house?"
"Yes, and you must be careful to keep out
of their way."
9. The next minute the door flew open, and
two big dogs came running in. The mice
jumped off the table and ran into a hole in
the floor. But they were none too quick.
Oh, I am so frightened! said the Coun-
try Mouse, and he trembled like a leaf.
"That is nothing," said his cousin. "The
dogs cannot follow us."
o1. Then they went into the kitchen. But
while they were looking around and tasting
first of this thing and then of that, what did
they see in a dark corner? They saw two
bright eyes watching them, and they knew
that the house cat was there.
Run for your life cried the Town Mouse.
11. In another moment the cat would have
had them. The Country Mouse felt her claws
touch his tail as he ran under the door. That
was a narrow escape! said the Town Mouse.
12. But the Country Mouse did not stop to
talk. "Good-by, cousin," he said.
What, are you going so soon ?"
Yes, I must go home. A grain of corn in
safety is better than fine cake in fear."
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.SOMETHING ABOUT WASPS.
1. There are few children who have not
seen a wasp; for there are many
kinds of wasps, and they live in
all kinds of places. Some wasps
are found only in the country. Some
do not care for flowers and green
leaves, and so they often come to town.
They build their nests on fences and in the
dark corners of houses or under the eaves.
2. A wasp is not a very pleasant play-
fellow, and yet he is not so bad a creature
as most people think. The next time you
see a wasp flying about the room, do. not be
afraid of him. Do not cry out, "A wasp!
a wasp! Kill him! kill him! But watch
him, and see what he does.
3. He will not hurt you if you treat him
well. Of course, if you should try to take
him in your hand, he might sting you. But
he will never sting if he is let alone. Try
to harm him, and he will show you that he
is going to take care of himself if he can.
4. In some ways wasps are like honey-
bees; but most kinds never make honey.
Often a great many live in the same nest.
In such case, there are queen wasps that do
nothing but lay eggs; and there are working
wasps that build the nest, and take care of
the young. Besides these, there are other
working wasps that gather the food, and still
others that guard the nest.
5. Some wasps build nests that look a little
like honeycomb. Such nests are made
up of six-sided cells set close together.
But these cells are not made of wax.
Of what, then, are the cells of the
wasp's nest made?
nd Wast.p's 6. They are made of paper.
The wasp was the first paper maker. He
knew how to make paper thousands of years
before men had thought of such a thing.
7. He makes it most often of small bits of
soft wood. It would please you to watch one
of these little creatures at work. He runs
and flies from place to place till he has
found some wood of the right kind. Then
he tears off little pieces, one by one, with his
mouth. He lays these pieces side by side,
just as you might lay sticks.
s. At last he gathers them all in a little
bundle, and flies with them to his nest.
Then he begins to chew the wood; and as
he chews it he wets it with a kind of gum
that runs from his mouth.
9. While the chewed wood is' still soft and
wet, the wasp spreads it out in thin flakes.
The flakes soon dry, and then they are paper.
Some wasp paper is very thin and delicate.
Some is almost as thick as pasteboard. But
it is not good paper to write on.
o1. There is never any honey in the cells
of a wasp's nest, never anything but eggs or
young wasps. In a small nest there may
be, at first, only one wasp; but in a large
nest there are hundreds of wasps, all busy at
work; and there are hundreds of young wasps
that have to be fed and taken care of.
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liberties alarm flashed forward
defend stirrup aroused shadowy
powder arrow stirred midnight
destroy clatter saddle courthouse
THE RIDE OF PAUL REVERE.
1. Shall I tell you about the midnight ride
of Paul Revere? It happened a long time
ago when this country was
b ruled by the King of Eng-
2. There were British sol-
diers in Boston. The King
-, < chad sent them there to make
S.~~. the people obey his unjust
Slaws. They guarded the
S streets of the town, and no
King eorge m. one could go out or come in
without their leave.
3. The people did not like to be treated in
this way. They said, "Shall we allow our
liberties to be taken from us ? Shall we give
up all the rights that are so dear to us? "
4. The whole country was stirred up.
Brave men left their homes and hurried
toward Boston to give to the people there
such help as they could.
5. "We do not want to fight against the
King," they said; "but we must defend our-
selves and our friends from those soldiers of
his. We are free men, and he must
not take away our liberties."
6. Some of them gathered at
Charlestown, just across the river
from Boston; and from there they
watched to see what the soldiers
7. At Concord, eighteen miles
away, these men had stored some British soldiers.
powder. When the British soldiers heard of
it they made up their minds to go out and
get it for themselves; or destroy it.
s. Among the watchers at Charlestown
was a brave young man named Paul Revere.
A friend of his, who lived in Boston, came
across the river one day to see him.
"I have something to tell you," he said.
SCH. READ. III.-4
"The British are going to Concord to destroy
the powder that is there. Indeed, they are
getting ready to go this very night."
9. "Very well," said Paul Revere. "They
will find that we are not all asleep. As
soon as they are ready to start, you must let
me know. Hang a lantern in the tower of
the old North Church. If they are coming
straight across the river, hang two. 1
will be here, ready. The moment I
see the light, I will mount my horse
and ride to Concord to spread the
10. And so it was done. Hour after
Hour that night, Paul Revere waited
and watched by the side of the river.
He walked up and down the bank,
leading his horse behind him. He
kept his eyes turned always toward
The. North Curh. Boston.
11. The town was dark and still. By the
dim light of the -moon he could see the
shadowy form of the old North Church. Now
and then he could hear the call of some
soldier on guard or the bark of a dog far
away. He heard the clock strike nine, then
ten, then eleven. Perhaps they will not go
to-night," he said to himself.
"Up! up! and defend your homes."
12. But just as he spoke, he saw a light
shine out from the tower of the church.
"Ah! at last!" he cried. He spoke to his
horse. He put his foot in the stirrup. He
waited one moment. Then, clear and
bright, another light flashed from the tower.
The soldiers were coming straight across
13. He sprang into the saddle. Like an
arrow from the bow, his horse leaped forward.
Away they went. Through the village street,
and out upon the country road, they flew like
the wind. "Up! up!" cried Paul Revere.
" The soldiers are coming! Up! up! and
defend your homes! "
14. The cry awoke the farmers from their
sleep. They sprang from their beds and
looked out. They could not see the swift
horse speeding away toward Concord; but
they heard the clatter of hoofs far down the
road; they heard the cry again: "Up! up!
The British! "
15. It is the alarm!" they cried. "The
redcoats are coming." And they took up
their guns, their axes, anything that came
to hand,--and hurried out to help their
friends drive back the British.
16. So through the night Paul Revere rode
on toward Concord. At every farmhouse and
in every village he gave the cry of alarm. It
was not a cry of fear. It was the cry which
called brave men to their duty. The alarm
was spread. Guns were fired. Bells were
rung. Everybody was
17. The British sol-
diers went on to Con-
cord as they had
planned. On the way,
they met and killed
some of the brave
men who had come
out to defend their
homes. They burned "t is the alarm "
the courthouse at Concord. They destroyed
what they could find.
Is. But they were not to go back so easily.
It seemed as though every man in the country
was after them. There was fighting all along
the road. The farmers from behind the fences
and walls shot the red-coated soldiers down as
they passed. Those who escaped were glad
enough when they found themselves safe in
Boston once more.
moan shepherd doorway sobbing
throne beating homeward panting
torrents beacon fairly struggling
THE LOST LAMB.
1. Storm upon the mountain,
Rainy torrents beating,
And the little snow-white lamb
Bleating, ever bleating!
2. Storm upon the mountain,
Night upon its throne,
And the little snow-white lamb
All alone, alone
s. Down the road, the.shepherd
Drives his flock from far;
Through the cloud and falling rain,
Shines no beacon star.
4. Fast he hurries homeward,
Never hears the moan
Of the pretty snow-white lamb
Left alone, alone!
5. At the shepherd's doorway
Stands his little son,
Sees the sheep come running home,
Counts them one by one.
e. He counts them full and fairly,
And misses only one -
It is the little snow-white lamb,
Left alone, alone.
7. Up the hills he races,
Breasts the stormy wind,
Runs through fields and woodland,
Leaves them all behind.
s. Storm upon the mountain,
Night upon its throne,
There he finds the little lamb
Left alone, alone.
9. Struggling, panting, sobbing,
Falling on the ground,
Round the pretty creature's neck
Both his arms are wound.
to. Soon upon his shoulders -
All its bleating done -
Home he carries the little lamb
Left alone, alone!
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search pastor swung ribbon
lamps chasm cottages leaned
THE STORY OF A LOST LAMB.
i. There was never a sweeter child than
dear little golden-haired Flora Campbell.
Her footsteps were light as a fairy's, her
cheeks were like the June roses, her eyes
were blue as the summer sky. Her heart
was all sunshine. Her thoughts were as
pure and fresh as the flowers which she
twined in her hair.
2. She talked with the birds, the
brooks, and the blossoms. And at
sunrise, every morning, when the
shepherds went out with their flocks, A
you might hear her singing among
the hills. All loved the gentle little child;
for she was kind and good and fair.
3. It is evening among the hills. The sun
has set, and it is growing dark in the narrow
valleys. One by one the stars are seen in the
sky, sailing with the new moon among the
summer clouds. In the cottages the tables
are spread for supper, and the lamps are
4. Where now is Flora Campbell? She
was never so late coming home. Her grand-
father has been to the door a dozen times to
look for her. "Have you seen Flora?" he
asks of every one that passes by.
5. He can not sit down to supper, and
Flora away. He looks up to the hills and
his lips move in prayer.
6. Flora's mother stands by the window
and sees the last light of day fade away
upon the mountains. Her lips move, too:
" Kind Father in heaven, keep all harm from
our dear lamb and bring her safe home
7. Gaffer Campbell went out into the street,
leaning on his staff. He knocked at every
door. At every door he asked the same ques-
tion: Have you seen my grandchild Flora? "
8. One man said that he had met her far
up on the mountain gathering wild flowers.
"When was that? "
"It was near noon, I think."
9. Another man had seen her in the path
that leads to the Moss Glen. She was sitting
on a rock and making a willow basket for her
grandfather. "That was early in the morn-
ing, I think."
to. Still another man had seen her. He
had passed her near the head of the lake,
only an hour before sunset; and she was
carrying a basket of flowers on her arm.
"But where is she now ? "
"We must go and find her at once! cried
several of the young men.
11. "Ah me, Gaffer Campbell!" said
a white-haired old shepherd. I was
afraid that something was about to
happen. The youngest lamb of my flock
was lost in the hills to-day."
"Heaven grant that my little lamb_
may be safe! said Gaffer Campbell.
12. Everybody in the village knew now that
little Flora was lost. Soon the men were
ready to go in search of her. Bright torches
shone on the hilltops and in the valleys. Up
and down the mountain paths the young men
went, calling, "Flora! Flora!" But there
was no answer.
13. Gaffer Campbell leaned upon his staff.
He said not a word. He could not weep;
for his heart was too full. But Flora's
mother sat in her cottage, weeping, and call-
ing the name of her child.
14. The village pastor came. He had heard
that Flora was missing, and he had come to
speak words of hope to her friends. "Do
not weep," he said. "Flora will be found."
15. But her mother still cried, "The child
is lost! the child is lost! "He who takes
care of the lambs in the winter storm, will
take care of your child," said the old man.
16. Just then they heard a dog bark far
down in the deep valley called Moss Glen.
They saw the torches passing quickly toward
the same place. Gaffer Campbell and the
pastor started at once to the glen. But
Flora's mother passed them and ran wildly up
the narrow path. They looked down into the
dark glen. They could hear the dog very
17. A little farther, and they came to the
edge of the steep chasm called the "Deer's
Mouth." Here the young men were stand-
ing with their torches. They were trying
to look down into the chasm. But all was
dark there. They could hear no sound but
the quick, sharp barking of the dog. It
seemed to be far, far below them.
is. "We must go down! cried one of the
young men. "That is
my dog Louth; and he
knows Flora as well as
19. Yes, we must go
down! cried another. .
"Where are the ropes?"
20. Soon long ropes
were brought. Strong '
men held them while
Donald, Louth's young.
master, made ready to
go down into the chasm. He took hold of a
rope, and swung himself from the edge of the
rock. Down, down, he went. He could see
the bright torches above him; but when he
looked down there was only darkness.
21. At last Donald's feet touched the ground
below. His dog ran to meet him. By the
light of the torch which he held in his hand,
he looked around him.
22. What did he see? There on a thick bed
of moss lay little Flora Campbell. She was
holding in her arms the lost lamb.
23. Donald went close to her and looked at
her. Her eyes were shut. She was asleep.
He looked at the little lamb. He saw that
around one of its legs was a ribbon from the
child's hat. Then he looked up, and called to
his friends above, Flora's safe Flora's safe "
24. The sound awoke the little girl. She
looked around, and saw the young man.
"Dear Donald," she said, "I am so glad
you have come! Now we can save your lamb."
26. The good people 'of the village soon
learned how it had all happened. Flora had
seen the young lamb fall into the chasm.
Looking over the edge of the rocks she saw it
lying at the bottom of the Deer's Mouth.
26. She did not -stop to think, but she began
at once to climb down to it. It was no easy
thing to do. Few men would have been brave
enough to try it.
S27. But at last she was safe at the bottom.
She found that one of the lamb's legs was
broken, and she bound it up
with the ribbon of her hat. .
Then she held the little '
creature in her arms
till she fell asleep on ,,/
the bed of moss.
28. The people of the I
village were very happy
that night, when they
carried Flora home. B
The child had never ..
been so dear to them '-.
29. Donald's father gave her the lamb that
she had saved. And often after that, Flora
might be seen playing on the hillside with
her little pet; and everybody that met her
spoke to her kindly, and whispered, ".May
heaven bless the dear child "
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THE BLUE JAY.
1. The blue jay, with all his faults, is a
brave, busy bird. He is not much afraid of
cold weather. Long after the song birds
have gone to the sunny South, you may
see him dodging about among the bare
trees. Sometimes, if he can find food
to keep him alive, he will stay with
us all winter.
2. Even on very cold days, when every-
thing is covered with snow, if you will go
far into the woods, it is not unlikely that
you will see a company of jays braving the
storm. They are very busy, looking for some-
thing to eat, and they have no time to think
about, the cold. But I wonder where they
find shelter during the bitter night.
3. The blue jay must put up with light
fare while the winter lasts. Now and then
he may find a dried berry still clinging to the
branch on which it grew; or a nut that has
fallen in some sheltered spot where the snow
has not covered it; or the tiny eggs of some
insect, hidden on the under side of a rough
piece of bark. He does the best that he can,
and waits for better days.
4. As soon as the spring sun begins to
warm the woods and fields you can hear his
noisy call. Even his friends, who have spent
the winter in the South, now make themselves
known. They do not wait for the buds on the
trees to swell into leaves and blossoms. They
are here long before the first wild flower blooms.
5. Mr. Blue Jay is always dressed in grand
style. His crest and back are light purple.
His wings are bright blue, with here and
there pretty marks in black and white. His
tail is blue with black bars across it, and the
ends of the long feathers are tipped with
white. He has a black collar round his
neck. His face is white, his bill is black,
sCH. READ. III.-5
his eyes are brown. If his manners were as
handsome as his dress, he would be a very
6. But he is a noisy fellow. He is out
early in the morning, letting the world
know that he is alive. "Jay! jay! jay!"
he screams, as if he were sent to waken
everybody up. "Go away! Go away! Give
place to me! he seems to say.
7. And such a busy creature as he is! He
is first here, then there, peeping into out-of-
the-way places, gliding through the leafy
thickets, screaming among the treetops.
s. In April, Mr. Blue Jay helps his mate
build her nest. They find a place among the
thick branches of some tree far in the woods.
There they carry twigs and fine roots and
stems of dry leaves, and lay them together
till they have made a big nest. They work so
fast that in five or six days it is ready for the
eggs. The eggs are of a greenish-gray color,
with little spots of brown all over them.
9. The smaller birds are glad to keep out
of the way of Mr. Blue Jay. They dread to
see him coming; they dread to hear his Jay!
jay! jay! For he is a thief and much worse.
to. He robs every nest he can find. If
there are eggs in it, he breaks and sucks
them; if there are young birds, he tears them
in pieces and eats them. He is as cruel as
a hawk, and sometimes catches and kills
grown-up birds that come in his way. Is it
any wonder that he has so few friends?
11. Busy and brave as he is, there is no one
who loves him. Bright and handsome as are
his feathers, there is no one who thinks much
about his beauty. Even though he screams
and scolds, and tells his name wherever he
goes, there is no one who cares for what he
says. He sings no song to cheer the world.
12. The robin dresses in plain colors, and
is not as pretty as the jay. But we love him
because of his gentle ways and his sweet
song. Fine feathers alone will never gain
friends for any one, but pleasant manners
and a kind heart will always win esteem.
What a pity that Mr. Blue Jay is so rude!
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THE GOLDEN TOUCH.
1. In a far-away land there was once a
king whose name was.Midas.
When Midas was only a little child a very
strange thing happened to him.
2. One day he was asleep on the floor, and
his nurse left him alone for a little while.
When she came back into the room she saw
a wonderful sight. From the door to the
sleeping child there was a line of
bright yellow dots on the floor.
She thought that they were dots of
*5 ; sunshine, but she had never seen
any sunshine like it before.
3. The little dots seemed to be chasing one
another. All were running to the baby's
mouth, where they hid themselves from sight.
Then out from the baby's mouth there came
another line of dots running back to the door.
But these dots were black and much smaller
than the others. They looked like dots of
darkness. What could it all mean?
4. The nurse was so filled with wonder
that she ran and called the child's mother to
come and see the strange sight. The
mother came. Her eyes were sharp as an
eagle's, and she saw at a glance what
was going on.
5. The bright dots were grains of
gold which tiny ants were carrying
and putting into the child's mouth.
The black dots were the ants that had thrown
down their gold, and were how running back
after another load of the yellow metal.
6. If little Midas had not opened his eyes
and cried, no one knows how much gold the
ants would have given him. His mother
could not rest until she knew what it all
meant; for, in those times, everything that
happened to a child was thought to be a sign
of something else that would be sure to hap-
pen when. he became a man. Of course,
people know better now.
7. She sent to all the wisest men in the
country and asked them what would be the
fate of a child whose mouth had been filled
by ants with grains of gold. They knew no
more about it than she; but they were too
wise to say so. They said, "He will be the
richest man in the world." Anybody could
have guessed as much.
8. When Midas became a man and was
made king, there was nothing that he liked
so much as gold. He liked to look at the
bright shining metal. He liked to hold yel-
low pieces of money in his hand, and let
them slip through his fingers. He liked to
hear them ring, sharp and clear, as he let
them fall upon the table.
9. If I only had all the gold that there is
in the world !" he said. But he did not
think of robbing other men to get it; and so
he was not so bad as many a king that has
lived since. And there were other things
that he liked. He was fond of fine music.
He took delight in pictures and flowers. He
loved his family and his friends.
to. One day the servants of Midas found a
strange man wandering in the rose garden
that belonged to the king. He did not
seem to be in his right mind. When they
asked him his name he could not tell them.
He acted so queerly that even the boys made
sport of him. They put a crown of leaves
on his head, and covered him with flowers,
and led him to the king.
11. Midas was very kind to the man. He
kept him in his house until he had come to
his senses again. "Now tell me who you
are," he said, and I-will send you home."
12. The man told him, his name, and said
that he was the friend and teacher of great
Dionysus. "Send me home to Dionysus,"
he said, "and he will give you that which
you want most."
13. Now Midas knew Dionysus very well.
Dionysus was a much greater king than
Midas. People said that he was always
young and beautiful, and that there was
nothing too hard for him to do. It was said,
too,, that he had been all over the world,
and had seen many things.
14. When Midas heard that the strange man
was the teacher of Dionysus, he was glad that
he had been so kind -to him. He took him
by the hand and led him home.
15. Dionysus thanked Midas, and said, "You
have shown yourself to be a gentle and kind-
hearted man. What shall I give you to reward
you? Midas thought of gold. But he was
almost afraid to say what was in his mind.
16. Ask for what you want most, and you
shall have it," said Dionysus.
"Well, then," said Midas, "if it is not
asking too much, let it be that everything I
touch shall be turned into gold."
Go home," said Dionysus. "As soon as
you pass through your own gates it shall be
as you wish."
17. Midas was very happy. Now he would
have all the gold that he wanted. He
hurried home. He could hardly wait until
he had passed through the gates into his
is. "Now, let us see what I can do!" he
said. He broke a tiny twig from a tree.
The twig became gold in his hands. He
picked up a stone. The stone became a
lump of gold.
19. As he passed through his garden he
plucked a rose. He tried to smell of it, but it
was gold. A ripe apple was hanging upon
a tree close by. He pulled it from its branch
and saw that it, too, was turned to gold.
"I shall soon be the richest man in the
world! he cried.
20. Then he called to his servants, and told
them to make a great dinner for him and all
his friends. I have never had so great joy,"
he said. My friends shall come and be glad
21. As he drew near to the house, his dog
ran out to meet him. He stopped, as he
always did, to pat him kindly on the head.
But his touch turned the dog to gold.
You can guess what happened.
"Ah! said Midas, "I did not think of
that. I must be careful."
22. Then who should come next to meet
him but little Rosebud, his own dear child!
0 papa, how glad I am that you have
come home! She ran with outstretched
arms. She put up her face to be kissed.
23. Midas held his hands behind him. Then
he stooped, and touched the child's lips with
his own. You can guess what happened.
24. When Midas set his foot inside his door,
the very doorstep turned to gold. Then the
floor, the walls, the ceiling of the room, all
became bright yellow metal. I have enough
gold, and too much!" he cried.
25. Soon his friends came in, and sat down
to the table. They thought what a merry
feast they would have! But when they saw
the sad face of King Midas they wondered
what could have happened to him.
26. King Midas took his place at the head
of the table. His, friends sat before him.
But he seemed so sad that no one spoke or
dared to smile.
27. The cloth, the cups, the plates were
turned to gold by the touch of Midas. He
tried to eat; the food became gold before he
could carry it to his lips. He tried to drink;
the water became golden ice in the cup.
28. What was to be done ? Must everything
be turned to yellow metal? Must he starve
with plenty all around him? Of what good
was all his gold ? He hated the sight of it now.
There was only one thing to be done. He
would go to Dionysus and ask him to take
back the gift.
29. He rose from the table and went in
great haste. He threw himself down at the
feet of Dionysus. 0 great Dionysus," he
cried, "I pray you, take back your gift! Let
all things be as they were before. I have
too much gold."
so. Then Dionysus said, "I can not take
the gift back, but if you will do as I say,
you may get rid of it, and all things will be
as they were before."
31. "I will do anything," said Midas.
"Then go and wash yourself in the little
river that rises in the mountains," said
32. Midas hurried away. When he came
to the little river he leaped into the water.
The sand that was touched by his feet was
turned to grains of gold. He washed him-
self as Dionysus had told him; and when he
came out of the water he was almost afraid
to touch anything lest it should be turned to
33. How glad he was, when he reached
home, to find that all things were as they
had been before! He plucked a rose, and
found that it smelled as sweet as ever. He
ate the mellow apple that he picked from
the tree, and thought it the best fruit he
had ever tasted.
34. His dog played before him as he walked
toward the house. And when little Rose-
bud ran to greet him, he lifted her in his
arms and kissed her again and again.
"There are many things that are better
than gold," he said.
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THE CLEVER STARLING.
i. In a little village in Germany there once
lived a barber who had a pet starling. This
barber was very fond of talking; and
when there were no customers in his
shop, he amused himself by talking to
2. The starling, whose name was
Te starlg. Hansel, was a bright bird, and he learned
many cunning tricks. One day his master
said to him, Hansel, I wish you could talk!"
What was the barber's surprise when Han-
sel answered, "I wish you could talk!"
3. After that the barber spent much of
his time in teaching the bird to speak. Han-
sel soon learned to say many words, and he
brought much custom into his master's shop.
People, for miles around, would come to hear
the wonderful bird.
4. Like all great talkers, the barber was
in the habit of saying certain things over
and over again. When he had shaved a cus-
tomer to his liking, he was sure to say, No
one could have done that better," or, "Truly,
I am the best barber in Germany."
5. When any one happened to ask about
his plans for to-morrow or for next year, he
would always begin his answer by saying,
"If the fates are willing." And then there
was one story which he told every day, and
which always ended with the words, "By
keeping bad company."
6. The starling took great delight in listen-
ing to his master, and sometimes he would
put in a word or two of his own to help the
7. One day the barber stepped out of his
shop for a minute, and forgot to close the
door behind him. Hansel saw that the sun
was bright, and the fields were green, and he
thought it would be pleasant to go out and
enjoy the free air. And so, when nobody
was looking, away he flew.
s. He had not gone far when he met a
flock of wild starlings. They seemed to be
very good company, and Hansel soon made
friends with them all. How much better it
was to fly over the fields with his own kind
than to sit still in the barber's dingy shop!
9. All went well for several weeks, and
you would think that Hansel had forgotten
about his old master. But it happened one
day that every one of the starlings flew into
a net which a cunning fowler had spread
for them in a field of corn.
1lo. They tried hard to break out and fly
away, but it was of no use. The fowler
reached into the net, and drew them out,
one after another; and, one after another,
he wrung their tender necks.
11. As he caught the last of the poor birds
by the foot, he was surprised to hear it cry
out, No one could have done that better! "
12. The man was frightened almost out of
his senses. What could this be that spoke
to him from the inside of the net? Then
he remembered the wonderful starling that
"Is that you, Hansol?"
he had once seen in the barber's shop,
and he asked: "Is that you, Hansel?"
13. "Truly, I am the best barber in Ger-
many!" was the answer.
"And how did you cofhe to be in this
net?" asked the fowler.
"By keeping bad company," said Hansel.
14. The fowler took him carefully out of the
net, and said, Shall I carry you back home ?"
"If the fates are willing," said the bird.
SCH. READ. III.-6
15. The next day the fowler carried him
gently to his master. The barber was de-
lighted to see his pet once more, and the
starling was very glad to be safe at home.
16. After that the shop was always full of
people who came to see the bird that had
saved his own life by the clever use of his
speck ocean steamer roam view
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THE SHIP COMING HOME.
1. Why stand you there,
Sweet maiden fair,
With eyes upon the sea,
To gaze all day
On ocean rolling free ?
2. Have you a ship
From foreign trip
Now coming up the bay,
That brings you gold
For treasures sold
In countries far away?
3. Ah, there's a line
Of black smoke fine
Upon the distant sky!
She sees a speck
The ocean fleck
Beneath the smoke on
4. It grows and grows
Until she knows
It is the steamer due.
Her little heart
Beats wild its part
As comes the ship in view.
5. She turns her head;
Her cheeks are red,
Her eyes no longer roam.
I want no gold
For treasures sold -
That ship brings papa home!"
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frill boarding libraries sandpiper
errand trousers pounding handkerchief
prongs hammer spearing old-fashioned
ankles mistletoe woodpecker Broom-heath
EYES AND NO EYES.
1. A hundred years ago there were no
such books for children as you have now.
A few books had been written for young
readers, but the most of these were very
dull. The pictures in them were not at all
pretty, and the stories were not such as you
would care to read.
2. But there was one book so much better
than the rest that it is still to be found in
many libraries and bookstores. The name
of this book is "Evenings at Home," and it
was written by Dr. John Aikin and Mrs.
Barbauld when our great-grandfathers were
3. Of course the stories are very old-fash-
ioned, but they are full of good lessons; for
in those times children read to learn, and not
to be amused. Many of these stories are still
worth reading, because of the pleasant way
in which they teach something. I will tell
you one of them, called Eyes and No Eyes,"
as I remember it.
4. Robert and William were both pupils
at the same school. Their teacher, whose
name was Mr. Andrews, was a good, old-
fashioned gentleman who believed that there
are things to be learned which are not found
5. One day the boys had a holiday, and
both took a long walk over the hills. In the
evening Mr. Andrews said to Robert, Well,
Robert, where did you go this afternoon?"
6. Oh, sir, I went over the hills to
Broom-heath!" said Robert, as though he
were very tired; and then I came round by
the mill, and home through the meadows."
7. "That was a very pleasant walk," said
8. "Indeed, sir, I found it very dull," said
Robert. "There was nothing to see, and I
did not meet any one at all. If I had only
gone by the big road, I might have had a
Soon William came into the room,
9. "Yes," said Mr. Andrews; "you might
have seen men and horses, I am sure."
to. Soon William came into the room. He
was dressed as boys in boarding-schools were
dressed when your fathers' grandfathers were
young lads. He had on a big frill collar and
a tight jacket, trousers that came down to the
ankles, and low shoes that always came off
in muddy ground.
11. He was wet and tired. But he had his
handkerchief full of wonderful things, for
in those days boys had no pockets worth
telling about. Oh, Mr. Andrews! he said,
"I have had the pleasantest walk you ever
12. "Indeed!" said Mr, Andrews. "Where
have you been?"
Well, sir, I went over the hills to Broom-
heath, and then I came round by the mill, and
home through the meadows," said William.
13. "Why, that is the same walk that
Robert took, and he says it was dull. He
tells me that he didn't see anything at all."
14. William. I wonder at that. I found
something to see every step of the way.
15. Mr. Andrews. Tell us about what you
saw. It will be as new to Robert as to me.
16. William. First I saw a strange thing
in the little thicket of oaks on the hill. On
one of the oldest trees there was a great
bunch of something green. It seemed to be
growing out of the tree, and still it was not
at all like the tree. Here is a branch of it.
17. Mr. Andrews. Ah, it is a branch of
mistletoe! It is found on different kinds
of trees, but most often on the oak; and it
never grows from roots in the ground like
other plants. You will learn some strange
things about it when you are old enough to
read the history of England.
18. William. In the same grove I saw an
odd-looking bird fly to a tree and run up the
trunk like a cat. Then it began knocking on
the bark with its beak. It made a noise
like a hammer pounding against the tree.
1 1. Mr. Andrews. It was a woodpecker,
and he was looking for insects under the
bark. These birds, with their strong
beaks, bore holes in old trees, and then
reach in with their long tongues, and draw
out the worm or bug that is hiding there.
Many trees would be killed by such insects
if it were not for these birds.
20. William. When at last I came down
into the meadow, I found some beautiful
flowers whose names I did not know. Here
are some of them. There were some strange
birds there, too. Then I came past the mill
and down to the brook. There were a good
many water lilies there, and some tall. plants,
such as do not grow in the meadow.
21. Mr. Andrews. Did you bring any of
them home with you?
22. William. They grew in the deep water,
and I could not reach them. As I was trying
to get one, I heard something in the brook.
It was a large water rat, and I saw it swim
across and go into its hole on the other side
of the brook.
23. Mr. Andrews. What else did you see?
William. A little farther down by the
brook I saw a beautiful green and blue bird,
which I tried hard to catch. It had a large
head and bill and a short tail.
24. Mr. Andrews. It must have been a
kingfisher. It eats fish, and is a very shy
25. William. On the other side of the brook
I saw many little birds running along in the
sand. They were brown and
white, and they made a piping
noise as they ran.
Mr. Andrews. They were sand-
pipers. They live near the water.
26. William. When I came to the river, I
saw an old man in a boat. He was catching
eels. He had a long pole with five broad
iron prongs at the end. This he put down
into the mud; and when he brought it up,
there were the eels sticking upon the prongs.
27. Mr. Andrews. Yes, that is one way of
catching eels. It is called spearing eels.
28. William. While I was watching the
man, a heron came flying over my head.
I lay very still in the tall grass and watched
him. Soon he came down on the sand close
to the water. Then I saw him wade into the
river and catch a fish in his long bill. When
he had swallowed the fish, he rose and flew
slowly away to the woods.
29. Mr. Andrews. His nest may have been
there, for herons like to build in high trees
not far from the water.
30. William. Just then I noticed
that the sun was setting. I never
saw it look so large, and it seemed
to be sinking right into the river. I
hurried home, and did not stop again,
for I knew it would be late.
31. Mr. Andrews. Well done, William. I
don't wonder that you enjoyed your walk.
William. Indeed, I did enjoy it.
32. Mr. Andrews. And now, Robert, how
did it happen that you went to the same
places, and yet saw none of these sights?
33. Robert. I didn't care for them. I came
straight home and didn't look for such things.
34. Mr. Andrews. That would have been
right if you had been sent on an errand.
But, as you were walking to amuse yourself,
you would have been wiser if you had used
35. But so it is. One man walks through
the world with his eyes open, another with
his eyes shut. The one enjoys life, and
learns something new every day; the other
cares nothing for the wonderful and beautiful
things that are around him, but which he
36. And now, my boys, since you both have
eyes, let me say to William, Keep on using
them"; and to Robert, "Learn that your
eyes were given you to use."
deal hero kingdom mane
blame agreed elephant tawny
bowed hungry subjects roared
KING TAWNY MANE.
1. Here is a fable that comes to us from
India. It has amused the children of that
country for a great many years; and, while
you are trying to find the lesson which it
teaches, it may also amuse you.
2. There was once a lion whose name was
STawny Mane. He was so strong that all the
other animals were afraid of him, and so he
was called the king of the forest. He liked
to kill every animal that came in his way,
and there was no living thing in all the
land that was safe from him.
3. At last, one day, all the animals met to
talk about their troubles, and see if they
could not find some plan to save themselves
from King Tawny Mane. They talked a long
time, and then agreed what to do.
4. In the evening they went together to
the lion's den. King Tawny Mane had just
had a full meal, and so he did not try to
harm any of them. "What do you want
here?" he roared.
5. This frightened them very much. Some
of them ran back into the thick woods. But
the bravest stood still. Speak, and tell me
what you want," said the king.
G. Then Sharp Ears, the fox, stood up and
spoke. "0 king," he said, "we have come
to see you about a very great matter. Do
you know that if you keep on as you have
begun, you will soon kill all the beasts in
7. And what if I do ? said Tawny Mane.
"Then what will become of you?" said
Sharp Ears. What kind of a king will you
be when you have killed all your subjects?"
s. "But I must have something to eat,"
said Tawny Mane. "I must have food."
Sharp Ears stood up and spoke.
9. "Yes," said Sharp Ears, and that is
just what we have come to talk about. We
have thought of a 'plan by which you shall
have all the food you want without going
out of doors to get it."
10. "That would be a good plan," said
Tawny Mane. "But tell me what it is."
11. "We will give you one animal every day,"
said Sharp Ears. "We will. draw lots, and
the one upon whom the lot falls shall come to
your den. You will not have to hunt at all."
12. Good said the king. We will try
your plan, and see how we like it."
13. For some time after this, things were
very quiet in the forest. Every morning one
of the animals went down into Tawny Mane's
den, and never came out again. The lion
liked the new plan quite well.
14. At last the lot fell upon a little rabbit
named Cotton Tail, and he was sent to make
a call upon the king. He was in no hurry
to go. He played along the road until after
dinner time. Then, with big eyes and gentle
steps, he went and stood at the lion's door.
15. King Tawny Mane was very hungry, and
when he saw the rabbit he roared, "Why are
you so late? Even the elephant knows
better than to keep me waiting."
s1. The rabbit bowed low and said, I know
I am late. But if you could only see what I
have seen, you would not blame me."
17. "What have you seen? said the lion.
"I have seen something that may have a
good deal to do with your keeping this king-
dom," said Cotton Tail.
16. "Tell me about it," said the lion. He
was always afraid that something would hap-
pen to drive him out of his kingdom.
17. "I can not tell you," said Cotton Tail,
"but if you will come with me, I will show
you what I saw." Then he hopped away,
and the lion followed him until they came to
the mouth of an old well. At the bottom
of the well there was a little water, and under
the water there was nothing but soft sand.
is. "Just look in here," said Cotton Tail.
King Tawny Mane looked in. He thought
he saw another lion at the bottom of the well.
He showed his teeth; the other lion showed
his teeth. "I am the king of the forest! "
roared Tawny Mane. The other lion said
nothing; but Tawny Mane thought that he
19. "I will show you that I am the king,"
growled Tawny Mane. He was so angry that
he did not know what to do. He jumped