Front Cover
 Front Matter
 A Letter of One Syllable
 Title Page
 To the Friends of My Youth
 Table of Contents
 The Wreck of a Feast
 The Air
 Saib, the Black Boy
 The Earth
 A Fall from the Cliffs
 The Moon
 The Man in the Moon
 Frank Hart
 The Sun
 The Doll's Head
 Play Not with Fire
 One Fault Leads to a Worse One
 What a Price for a Box!
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Group Title: The book of one syllable : illustrated with coloured engravings.
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Title: The book of one syllable illustrated with coloured engravings
Physical Description: vi, 1, 183 p., 8 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 14 cm.
Language: English
Creator: George Routledge and Sons ( Publisher )
Dalziel Brothers ( Printer )
Publisher: George Routledge and Sons
Place of Publication: London ;
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Publication Date: [1870?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Bldn -- 1870
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TO THEFRIENDS OF MY YOUTH.FAST and far is the stream of timeflown on, yet there are thoughts ofdear friends and of by-gone thingsthat will not yield to its course.Some friends have long been lost,but there are those who still sail thestream, to whom these scenes fromthe past will bring back "thoughts ofdays that are gone." They will bring

ivback thoughts of her whose sails wereonce set with theirs, and who feelsthat not one kind word that was thensaid, not one kind deed that was thendone, can the stream wash from hermind, till she, too, shall be lost in thedark gulf to which that stream mustlead.Four of these tales have no hookto the past. These are told by ayoung boy and girl, who have beentaught to write thoughts as soon asthey could hold their pens.

PREFACE.THOUGH in words of one syllable,"The Book of One Syllable" is notmeant for a child when first he learnsto read; it is meant for him when heknows such words at sight. Thetales are told in these small words,that a child need not have to stop

VIto spell, but that he may be led onand on till he comes to the end.May he feel when he does cometo the end, that to read has not beena task.


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THEBOOK OF ONE SYLLABLE.THE WRECK OF A FEAST.WHAT a sad sight it is to seea young child who does notknow how to keep a check onthe wish that tempts him todo wrong. The first rule thatthey who love a child shouldteach him, is the rule of self.It is the want of this self-rulethat is the cause of so muchthat is bad in the world. Itis this that makes girls andx

2 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.boys think more of what theywant to do, than of what theyought to do; and each timethey give way to it, they findit more hard not to yield thenext time; and thus they goon till they are grown-up folks.They who would not like togrow up in this bad way musttake great care while they areyoung not to think so muchof self,The sense of taste is thesense that a child likes bestto use. It would be strange

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.8to see a child who did not likecake, or tart, or fruit, or mostsweet things. But a childshould know when it is rightto eat, and when it is right notto eat: he should know that heought not to touch nice thingsthat are not meant for him.The tale we have to tell isof a young girl who had notthis sense of right so strong asit ought to have been. Sheknew what it was right to do,and she knew what it waswrong to do, but yet the sense3-2-

4 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.of right was not at all timesquite strong. The name ofthis girl was Ruth Grey.Now there was a room inMr. Grey's house known bythe name of the green-houseroomn, and here were put a fewchoice plants that could notbear the cold air. In this roomtoo there was a large stand,on which were set out all thesweet things when Mrs. Greyhad friends to dine or take teawith her. Here they were allput, to be brought out at the



THE WRECK OF A FEAST.5right time. The door of thisroom was kept shut, and madefast with a lock and key. Ruthhad seen some of these nicethings put on the stand, butshe had not seen all, and shehad a great wish to see them.She thought, if the door shouldnot be shut, she would justpeep in. She went twice tothe door, but she found it fast.When she went a third timeshe found the key left in, aridas she thought she could turnthe key, she did, and went in.

6 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.Now it was wrong in Ruthto want to go near this room,as she knew quite well thatMrs. Grey did not wish her togo in. Once when she wasnear the door she thought sheheard some one, and then sheran off as fast as she could.This she would not have doneif she had not felt sure it waswrong to go in that room.But now she was in! andwhat did she see there? Why,she saw the stand quite full ofall sorts of nice sweet things.

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.7There were sponge cakes, andplum cakes, and queen cakes;there were two turn-outs, andwhips and creams of all sorts;and there was a cake hid inred jam, with small thin whitethings put all up and down it,which stuck out. What couldthis be ? She was sure it wasjam, and yet she was sure jamwas too soft to stand up in thatway: she would just touch it.She did touch it, and she feltthere was some hard thing init: that could not be jam! It

8 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.was strange! She would justlike to know what it was: shemust taste a small bit of thetop-that could not spoil it,and she did so much want toknow. She did taste-it wasjam, spread on a sponge cake."A sponge cake! well, thisis odd," thought Ruth. "I willjust taste a bit: the jam willhide where I take it from."She then tore a bit fromthe cake: it was more thanshe meant to take; but it wasdone, and she could not help

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.9it now. In vain did she tryto hide the place-she couldnot do it; for if she took jamfrom this place, the cake wasleft bare on that. And theshape of the cake was not thesame as it had been. Shethought she would try to makethat side of the cake on whichthe jam still was, like the sideon which it was not; so off shetook a piece from that side too.The cake was now in such astate that she could not hopeto hide what she had done;

10 TIIE WRECK OF A FEAST.and she was in such a state thatshe did not seem to care at all.She next took up a spoon,and took a large piece from oneof the turn-outs. She thenwent to the plum cake, and tothe grapes, and to all the fruit.In short, she went from dishto dish, till there was not onein which she had not put herspoon.Then she stood still-shestood to see the wreck she hadmade. Long she did not stand:a rush of thought gave wings

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.11to her feet, and she fled to hidein some place where she couldnot, she thought, be found. Shefled to a tool-house in the yard;but she had not been half anhour there when she heard thevoice of Mrs. Grey; she heardher step, too, come near andmore near,till at length it cameclose to the door of the tool-house."Ruth, my dear," said Mrs.Grey, "why did you come outhere ? But I am glad to havefound you, for I want you to

12 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.come with me and take a plantto the green-house room."" Oh, no, no! not in there-do not go in there!" criedRuth, with a face quite pale.Mrs. Grey could not thinkwhat Ruth meant, so she setoff at once to the green-houseroom, and told Ruth that shemust come too. But whenMrs. Grey had got to the door,no Ruth was to be seen. Shethen went in the room, andwhat she saw there told hermore than words could tell.

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.13"Ruth !" said she, "can youhave done this ?"It was grief to think that achild of hers could have donethis; but, much as she felthurt, it was not for the loss ofthese things. Mrs. Grey satdown, and for a long time shedid not move; at length shegot up with the air of one whohad made up her mind whatit would be best for her to do.And Ruth-where was she?What did she think, what didshe feel, what did she do all

14 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.the time Mrs. Grey was in thegreen-house room?What she felt was a kind ofgrief, such as she had not felttill that time: it was a sense ofdeep shame. So much did shedread to see Mrs. Grey, thatshe hid her face in her hands,as though Mrs. Grey were nearher. Then all at once shethought that Mrs. Grey wouldcome back to speak to her.At this thought she sprangup, ran to her own room, shutthe door, and fell down on the

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.16bed. Here she lay for a longtime, with her face hid in thebed-clothes: her tears fell fast,and her sobs were loud. Inthis sad state she lay for a longtime, till at last she went tosleep.How long she had slept shecould not tell, but when sherose up in the bed it was quitedark. At first she could notthink how she came to be there,but all at once the green-housescene came back to her mind.Once more she fell down on

16 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.the bed to hide her face, thoughno one was there to see it.Soon there came a streamof light through a chink in thedoor: it grew more strong, tillat length it came in the roomin a full blaze. Ruth gave aquick glance, and saw that itwas not Mrs. Grey, but Mrs.Grey's maid.Miss Ruth," said the maid,"I am sent to bid you go downstairs: the first course is comeout of the room, and Mrs. Greybids me tell you to go down

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.17to see the sweet things. Youare to go at once."Poor Ruth! what did shefeel then ? She took hold ofthe maid's hand, and said," Oh, do not, do not let mego.! pray do not let me go!""You must go, and go atonce too, Miss Ruth," said themaid, as she drew her nearthe door. "You must come,miss. And see, here is Jamessent to take you down."There was no help for it:down stairs she went, and soon2

1It THE WRECK OF A FEAST.she found that she was in theroom. There she stood fullof shame and deep grief! Andthere was spread out each dishof sweets, just as she had leftit-each dish spread out withas much care as if it had beenright. The eyes of all wereon Ruth-in vain did she tryto shrink from their gaze.There was a pause; thenMrs. Grey said, " Ruth, comehere, and stand where all myfriends can see you."She came with slow step,

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.19her head bent down, and hereyes cast on the ground."I grieve to tell you, myfriends," said Mrs. Grey, "thatit is Ruth-that it is this childwhom I love so much that itis she who has made all thiswreck."There was a pause oncemore; and there stood Ruth!All had their eyes on her. Atlength Mrs. Grey said,"Nowleave the room, Ruth."Ruth did not stay, she wastoo glad to be gone at once.2-s

20 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.The next day, nor the next,did Mrs. Grey speak of thepast, and all things went on asthey were wont to do. Buton the third day, when the firstcourse was gone, a dish thathad been in the green-houseroom was put near her. It wasjust in the same state in whichRuth had left it. Ruth couldnot bear the sight of it, so shegot up and ran out of the room."Poor Ruth !" said Mr. Greyto his wife, "she feels this somuch! and to a child like her,

THE WRECK OF A FEAST.21who can feel, I think that yourplan seems the best way tocure her."It was the best way. Ruthfelt all this much more thanshe would have felt the strokeof a whip: she felt it in hermind.For a long time, for monthsand for years, she could notbear to see a jam cake or aturn-out, nor one of the thingslike those that had been in thegreen-house room. When shedid see them, she felt a sting

22 THE WRECK OF A FEAST.of mind that gave her a greatdeal of pain. Ruth had oneyoung friend who knew whatshe had done; and this friendhad so much love for Ruth,so much real grief for whatshe knew Ruth felt, that whenyoung friends came to playwith her, she took care to begthat there should not be jamcake.

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THE AIR.WHAT is air ? Look up andlook round; there is air, thoughit is not to be seen. It fills allthings. The glass jug whichseems to be quite void is stillfull of air.It is the air we feel whenthe wind blows. We do notsee the wind, but it can blowwith such force as to throwdown trees. When the wind

24THE AIR.blows it makes ships sail onthe seas to all parts of theworld, and brings them backhome. It turns mills, to grindcorn; and in some parts theyuse the force of wind to do allkinds of work. The wind isbut the air, and it does all thesethings, though it is not to beseen.But the air does more thanthis. If it were not for the airwe could not live. It is the airwe breathe; and if the breathwere stopt, we all know that

THE AIR.25we should die. How it is thatthe air does this would take along time to tell, and you mustlearn a great deal more of suchthings than you have yet done,to know why air keeps up life.But so it is. The air is thebreath.It is the breath, too, thatmakes us warm and keeps usso; for if it were not for theair we breathe, we should beas cold as stones.The air it is that makes fireburn. The fire in the grate

26THE AIR.would soon go out if it werenot for the air. The flame ina lamp burns dim when it hasnot so much air as it wants;and when the air is shut fromthe flame it goes out.Trees and plants could notlive if they had not air. Thebirds fly by means of the air,which helps to keep them up,while their wings flap up anddown. If there were no air,they could not rise from theground at all, nor could theylive if they did not breathe.

THE AIR. 27It is the air which makessound. We could not hear mentalk, nor bells ring, if the airdid not bring the sound to ourears.Of such great use is the air,though we can not see it, thatno one thing could move, orbe heard, or live, if it were notwith us and round us.

28SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.IN a far-off part of the worldthere is a place where the boysand girls have not the whitefair skins that boys and girlshave here, but whose skins arequite black, and whose hair isshort and thick, like blackwool. Some of these poorthings know not what it is tohave a home, they know notwhat it is to have kind friends,

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.29they know not what it is to doas they would like to do: theymust do all that he who hasbought them bids them do.Yes, he who has boughtthem! for these poor boys andgirls can be bought and sold.They are put on board shipsthat sail far from the homes oftheir hearts; they are tornfrom all they like best in theworld, from all they have hadto love. Far, far off fromthese scenes do they sail, andwith swoln hearts, and tears

30 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.too big to fall, they feel thatthey must work or die. Somewould think it a joy to die, fordeath would put an end towhat they feel. They think,too, that when they die theywill go back tot] e home roundwhich their thoughts cling.Saib was one of these poorboys-he was born in that far-off place. As oing as he wasthere, each day was to him aday of joy. Saib had a dearfriend, who was near him atall times, and who took part

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.31in all his sports, and had a tearfor all his pains.Boa was the name of thisfriend, and she would sit in thesame deep shade with him, andthey would climb the same talltree, and eat the same fruits.They would row in the sameboat, and go fast down the darkdeep stream. There were, too,those who were glad to seetheir joy, and who would watchthem as they went on and on,till they were far out of sight.They knew no fear-they had

32SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.no cause for fear, but in theshape of a white man.It was in one of these sailsdown the stream that theydrew their boat to the shore ata place that was quite strangeto them. They got out of it,and went on till they had gonefar in a strange wild spot. Onand on they went, till the stepof Boa was not so firm as ithad been; it was less firm eachtime she put her foot to theground."I can walk no more," she

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.said at last; and quite faintand worn out, she lay downon the ground. Poor Saib!he all at once thought of theirlorn state, and of how far theywere from their home and fromhelp. There was no sound tobe heard, and not a breath ofair: all was a still dead calm.The strength of Saib, too,was gone-he could hold outno more; and he, too, sank onthe ground. There they bothlay, quite worn out with somuch toil; and they fell to3

34 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.sleep. How long they had lainthus they could not know, forwhen the next day's sun wasfar on his course, where werethey then?All was strange to them-like the queer things dreamsare made of. So they shuttheir eyes once more, andthought they dreamt aboutthe white men.But it was no dream: theydid see the white men! Yes,it was the white men who hadput those cords round their

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY;85hands and feet. There theylay, like logs of wood thrownon a plank, a man at each endof the plank, and these mentook poor Saib and Boa.For a long time the mindsof poor Saib and Boa were insuch a state that they couldnot think, nor could they callto mind how they came to bewhere they were. Thus didthey go for miles, till at lastthey came near the sea coast,and Saib saw a ship out at sea,with her sails spread. Close8-3

36 SAIB, TJLE BLACK BOY.to the shore wan a small boat,near which there -vTere two oithree black men, who, ac Saiband the rest came in sight,rose up in haste, and the soundof a gun was heard. Saib didnot know if this sound camefrom the ship or the boat, butas soon as it was heard therewas a great rush of men to thesea shore.Where these men came fromit would have been hard toguess, for they rose up all atonce, as if they had sprung out


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SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.87of the earth. Long had theylain in wait to try if they couldkeep that ship from the shore,for that ship was a slave ship,and the white men meant totake on board all the blacksthey could seize. That it wasa slave ship had been foundout by scouts set to watch thispart of the coast.Great was the joy of Saibwhen he saw the chance ofhelp-when he thought thathe should once more be free!The fight was a fight of blood,

88 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.and some on each side wereleft dead on the shore.The ship came near to theshore, and soon a boat was putout in which there were morewhite men. Few of the poorblacks were left, and those thatwere took to flight when theysaw that all hope was gone.Saib was one of those whocould not take to flight. Hiscords had been cut off at thefirst of the fight, but such washis state of mind, so muoh didhe feel from hope and fear, that

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.39he could not move, nor makeuse of his limbs.And, oh! what a sight forhim to see! There was Boa,his friend-the poor girl forwhom he had more love thanhe had for all else on the earth-there she was on the groundat his feet. She would notlook at him more; he wouldhear her voice no more: Boalay there, dead!From this time he had nosense of what was said or done;he had no care, no thought, for

40 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.what might be done to him.So there he stood mute andstill, like a thing cut in stone.Some time he had stood thuswhen there was seen far off adense cloud like dust."They come! they come!"said the white men. "Moreblacks are on us! To the ship!to the ship!"Saib knew not what was saidor done, and if he had heard,there would have been no helpfor him. He was thrown inthe boat with two or three more

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.41blacks, and then from the boathe was flung on board theship, and the ship set sail.Fast did she cut throughthe sea, and soon was far outof sight of land. It was wellfor Saib that he could not feel.Four or five days ran theircourse, and still was Saib inthis state.The first words he heardwhen he came to his senseswere-" He is not dead, I tellyou.""I tell you he is," a voice

42 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.said: "it is of no use to keephim, so here he goes-(Saibfelt a hand)-and let the seatake the rest of him."Poor Saib had but so muchstrength left that he could justraise his arm." There, there!" said the firstvoice, " I told you he was notdead, and now you see.""Well, let him be, then, buthe shall pay us well for this;he shall bring us a good price."Saib could hear no more;but the first man, who was a

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.43kind one, went to get somewarm drink to put in Saib'smouth. He put more and stillmore, till at length.Saib couldmove and raise his head."Boa! Boa!" were the firstwords he spoke; and he puthis hands to his eyes, and didnot speak for a long time. Hethen gave one loud, deep sob,and his tears fell fast.Those tears took a weightfrom his mind, a weight he felthe could not have borne long.For some time did these tears

44 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.fall, and as they fell the viewof things that had been wasmore clear to his mind.Saib felt that all joy for himin this world was gone: hefelt there was no one for himto love now; and great was hisgrief when he thought of thosewho would not know what hadbeen the fate of poor Boa andof him. He thought of thesethings, and his heart was sad.In this state of mind he wasfor two or three days, and theship was still on the wide sea.

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.45Saib knew well what wouldbe his fate: he knew that hewould be sold for a slave; andhe did all he could to try tobear this thought; nay, lornand sad as he was, he couldfind a source of thanks in thefact that the pang he wouldhave felt to have seen Boa aslave was not to be his.Yes, this was a source ofdeep thanks; and as the shipcut through the blue waves,Saib would sit for hours withhis eyes on some far-off star,

46SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.and that star would shed a rayof light on his soul.He would think it shone sobright, to tell him that it wasBoa's world now. He felt surethat all things there must bepure and bright, and that Boamight there have more joythan she had had on earth."And I shall go there too,"he thought, "and so I will notcare much for what I have tobear in this world." Poor Saib!The ship had not been longat shore. when Saib, and the

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.47rest of the blacks, were all putin a large slave cart that tookthem to the place where theywere to be sold.There stood Saib, his eyesbent down: now and then hewould raise them up as a whiteman came near; but these didnot want to buy him. At lastthere came one, a man with ahard cross face: he stood closeto him, and Saib felt his sterneyes fix on him. This manspoke to the one who had tosell the slaves, and poor Saib

48 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.was sold He was soon puton board a ship that was to setsail to that part of the worldwhere white men may keepslaves; here, in our land, suchthings are not done.Saib felt it a hard task todo such things as he was toldto do, for he had to work allday long, and had no will ofhis own. If he were not soquick as Mr. Stone thoughthe ought to be, he would whiphim; and so much would hewhip him, that Saib, though

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.49he did all he could to try tohelp it, could not help thescream or groan that wouldbreak forth.There were those on boardthis ship who had kind hearts,and who could not bear to seea boy feel such pain as Saibwas made to feel. There wasa Mr. and Mrs. Bright whohad felt much grief to see howhard was the lot of Saib.Saib soon found out that theyfelt for him; and he would lookat Mrs. Bright and think how4

50 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.kind she must be; and he wouldwish Mr. Bright had boughthim, for he thought it wouldnot be so hard a thing to be aslave, if he had to serve thosewho were kind.Once, when Mrs. Bright wason deck, and Mr. Stone wasnot there, Saib came near toher; he could not speak suchwords as Mrs. Bright spoke,but he could make signs, andthe signs that he made weresuch as told her more thanwords could have told. All

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY. 51she said was, "Poor boy!" butSaib saw a tear in her eye, andthat tear shot a gleam of joyon his soul, for he knew it wasfor him.One day Saib was no whereto be found. In vain did Mr.Stone call to him-the nameof Saib Saib! Saib! washeard in all parts of the ship,but no Saib came.In each place that could bethought of was Saib sought for,but in no place could he befound. At length all thought4-2

52 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.that he had sought a grave inthe deep sea, and that no onewould see him more. His fatehad been a sad one, and allfelt that it had been so.All on board thought a greatdeal of Saib. All that daydid they think of him, and thenext day, and the next, andthe next. But there was noone who thought of poor Saibso much as -Mrs. Bright did;she thought of him so muchthat she saw him in her dreams,and she would start up in her

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY;53bed and call Saib! Saib! andthis would seem so real thatshe could not think it had beena dream.One night when she hadhad this same dream, and hadseen Saib, as she thought, atthe foot of her bed, she roseup with a start, but still hewas there! This was moststrange. "Saib! Saib!" shesaid, "you are there, and it isno dream."But Saib was gone! andthere was no trace of him to

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.be seen. Yet so sure did Mrs.Bright feel that she had seenhim, and that he was not dead,that she could have no peaceof mind. She thought of himthe whole of that day, and atnight she made up her mindthat she would not go to sleep,but would lie quite still, asthough she were gone to sleep.When she had been in bedtwo or three hours, she hearda slight noise in her room, yetshe did not move. All wassoon still, and then once more

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.she heard a noise. The soundwas like that of a piece of woodon the slide, but so soft it wasthat it could not have beenheard by ears less quick thanthe ears of Mrs. Bright werejust at that time. Once moreshe was still, and then sheheard the soft step of a foot.The watch-light was dim, andyet such ray as there was, fellon the form of Saib Yes!it was he, there he stood; Mrs.Bright saw, and she could notdoubt that it was he!

66 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.She lay quite still, nor couldshe have made the least signof life had she had the wishto do so. Her eyes were notshut, so she could see all thatwas done. Saib at first stoodquite still, as if to be sure thathe was safe; and then he wentwith step soft and slow to atub of dry ship cakes, thatMrs. Bright kept in her room.She saw him take four or fiveof these in his hand, and thenhe stole back to the place fromwhence he had come.

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.57All this she saw, but shecould not have made knownto Saib that she saw it. Yetwhen he was gone out of hersight she gave one loud scream.Mr. Bright, who slept in theberth next to hers, was up andon the floor just in time to seeSaib.When Saib saw that he wasseen, and that he was known,he fell on his knees, and, oh,how much was told in that onelook of his!"My poor boy!" said Mr.

58 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.Bright, "what you must havegone through, to have madeyou make choice of such a lifeas this." As he spoke he sawthe hole in the side of theroom through which Saib hadcome.He found that it was a placemade to keep things in thatwere out of use, and it was sosmall that there was not roomfor Saib to lie down in. Mrs.Bright did not know that therewas such a place, and when itwas shut, the door was so like

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.59the rest of the side of theroom, that no one could havetold there was a door there.Saib had known of it, forhe had seen a man put cordsand ropes there, at a time whenthe berths in that room werenot in use. The place was notquite dark-there were smallholes on the deck of that partof the ship, which let in lightand air.When Saib found that thelooks of Mr. and Mrs. Brightwere kind, hope took the place

60 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.of fear, and, by signs and suchwords as he could speak, hemade known his wish that theywould let him stay where hehad been, till the ship cameto shore.Mr. and Mrs. Bright felt somuch grief for the state thepoor boy was in, that they eachhad a strong wish to save himfrom all chance of more pain,and they knew that the bestway to do this would be to buy'him from Mr. Stone.They made this wish known

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.to Saib, and who could haveseen the gleam of joy shed onthe face of Saib, when he knewwhat Mr. and Mrs. Brightmeant to do-who could haveseen it, and not have felt joytoo?Mr. Stone, as has been said,was ahard man, and Mr. Brighthad to fear that he might bein such a rage at what Saibhad done, that he would notsell him.Yet, though Mr. Stone wasa hard man, he was a man

62 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.who had so great a wish tobe a rich man, that he couldnot say no, when there wasgain in his way; and thoughhe was at first in a great rage,the sum Mr. Bright said hewould give for Saib was solarge a one, that Mr. Stonedid not say no.What was the joy of poorSaib when told he should befree -what was the joy ofpoor Saib when he found howmuch thought and care Mr.and Mrs. Bright had for him!

SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.63They took Saib with themto their own home, and hadhim taught all things that couldbe of use to him in the newstate in which he now was.Saib is now more than twelveyears old; he has learnt toread, to write, to speak thetruth, to try to be calm whenrude boys tease him, and to feelgrief when he has done wrongTo love his kind friends hehas not to learn his heartbids him do that.He feels all that Mrs. Brightcm

64 SAIB, THE BLACK BOY.has done for him-he hopeshe may not grieve her or Mr.Bright, but that he may be tothem as a good son.-Thenthey will not part with him;then they will be paid backfor all that they have done.The thought of such a greatand good deed must make themglad in this world, and bringthem joy in the next.

C5THE EARTH.THE world we live on is alarge round ball, made of allkinds of rocks and of earths;and on a great part of it thereare seas and lakes. The earthturns round each day, and goesround the sun once each year.In the day, that part of theworld where we live points tothe sun, and when the earthturns from the sun, it is night.When the earth gods round5

66THE EARTH.the sun, the heat at one partof the year comes from thesun more straight to that partwhere we live, and makes thedays hot and long, and thenights short, as in June; andwhen the light and heat do notcome to us so straight, thereare cold and frost and longnights.In some parts of the worldit is much more cold thanwhere we live. There areparts, too, where the sun ismore hot at all times of the

THE EARTI,67year than we feel it. It is theheat of the sun that makes thewinds. His heat on the seamakes the clouds.The clouds rise in the airand fly to the land, wherethey fall in rain, and makeplants and trees grow, andthe brooks and springs flow.The sea is salt, but theheat does not take up thesalt in the fogs and clouds;so that the rain is quite pure,and makes springs for us todrink from.6-2

A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS.GEORGE CRISP was a goodboy; he was kind to those heknew, and could not bear tohave a thing that they hadnot.He was glad when he couldgive things, and he gave agreat deal to the poor thatcame to the house, so that hisstock of cash was at a low ebb.Though George might have

A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS.69set his mind on some toy, hefelt glad to think that the pencewhich would have bought ithad been of more use to someone else.But though he was so goodin this way, yet he had one faultwhich spoilt the whole. Thisfault was, that he would not doas he was bid; for he thoughthe knew as well as those whotold him, and his Aunt, whotaught him, did all she couldto break him of the fault, butin vain.

70 A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS.George's house was on thesea coast, and George went todig in the sands, to get shells,and to fish, and to sail boatsin the pools which were leftat low tide; and when it washigh tide he went with hisAunt on the cliffs.Now his Aunt had told himhe must not go near the edgeof the cliffs, for they weresteep and high. His Aunttook hold of his hand whenshe went with him to thecliffs; for once he went so

A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS.71near the edge that he musthave gone down, and wouldhave been much hurt, hadnot his Aunt just caught himin time to save him.One day, when they wereon the cliffs, George's Aunthad left hold of his hand toget a wild rose from a bush.She had got it, and had goneback to take hold of George'shand, but no George was tobe seen!She then ran home, as shethought he might have gone

72 A FALL FROM TIIE CLIFFS.back, but when she came nearthe town she saw two menwith a dead boy in their arms.She ran in haste to look athim, and what was her griefto find that he was George!The men took him home,and his Aunt, though in sucha state that she knew not whatshe did, went home too.When Mrs. Crisp saw himshe sent at once for Mr. Pill.Mr. Pill said that he wasnot quite dead, that he might,with great care, be brought to

A FALL FROM TIIE CLIFFS.life, but that he would be illfor a long time. George wasbrought to the fire and wraptup in warm things; air wasblown down his mouth, andhe was put in a warm bed.At last he came to life, but hewas so ill that he knew noone, and could not speak.The men told George's Auntthat they were in their boat,and had just gone out to fish,when they saw George falldown from the cliff. They gottheir boat to the place as soon

74 A FALL FROM TIE CLIFFS.as they could, and brought himhome. George's Aunt nowknew that he had gone to theedge of the cliff, when she hadtold him not to do so.While George lay in bed,he thought what a bad boy hehad been, and of what hisAunt had told him. And hethought, too, that if he shouldget well he would try to dowhat his Aunt told him to do.George was a month ill. Assoon as he was well he told hisAunt he would be a good boy,

A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS.and try to do as she bid him-for he now knew that whatshe told him to do was right.Since that time George hasdone what he has been told todo, in all things; for he hasthought of the fall he had downthe cliff.He was such a good boy,that all were fond of him, andwhat is more, he has grown upa good man.Then let this tale warn thoseboys and girls who read it.May they do as they are bid,

76 A FALL FROM THE CLIFFS.and may they not, as Georgeonce did, think that they knowmore than those who are moreold than they are.

77THE MOON.WHAT is the bright moon, thatshines so in the sky?It is a world like ours, butnot so large; and boys andgirls may live there, and go toschool and play, as they do onthis earth. To boys or girlswho live in the moon this earthof ours shines like a largemoon, and must give a greatdeal more light to them than

THE MOON.their moon does to us. Theycould see to read and write bythe light of the earth quitewell,The moon gives light fromthe sun, and does not shinewith its own light; and so theearth would give back thesun's light to the men in themoon.There are land and sea, andhills and dales, in the moon;and the marks we see on it,like a face, are the lights andshades of the land, the hills,

THE MOON.79and the sea. There are hillstoo which are on fire, and theycan be seen through a largespy-glass. Some men havethought they could make aspy-glass so large as would letthem see the boys and girlsin the moon, but they havenot yet done it.What a strange sight wouldit be if we could see them allat work!

COTHE MAN IN THE MOON.ONCE on a time there was aman who had his home in themoon. He was a queer man,with a large round face thatwas kept so clear and brightthat it shone, and on a clearnight could be seen far, far off-on the earth.This man in the moon didlike to look on the earth, andthough it was so far off, he oft

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