The First [-sixth] Reader of the Popular Series: By Marcius Willson, 2. raamatJ.B. Lippincott, 1881 |
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Aunt Mary barn bees boat Bookmore boys and girls brig cage cape cows doll dolly drum Eddie Eighth Series EXERCISE FOR LESSON fast feed Fifth Series fish five eggs Freddy Jones game of ball gimp glad grass hand hens hold horses hurt Jane John Nash Kate keep kind kitten lake Lake-View LANGUAGE LESSONS LELAND STANFORD LESSON LXIV LESSON XLV look Lucy Lulu mast Minnie Nellie nest nice Ninth Series oak tree oats old bird old crow play pupils rain red drum ride ring robin robin's nest row-boat sail SANTA CLARA COUNTY says Seventh Series ship short 66 SILENT LETTERS sing Sixth Series sled sloop song soon spelled by sound teacher tell took Tray Uncle Philip walk warm wind blow words WRITTEN EXERCISE
Popular passages
Page 35 - I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm; And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play; She shall sit by my side, And I'll give her some food; And she'll love me because I am gentle and good. I'll pat little Pussy, And then she will purr, And thus show her thanks For my kindness to her...
Page 153 - I love you, mother," said rosy Nell; "I love you better than tongue can tell; " Then she teased and pouted full half the day, Till her mother rejoiced when she went to play. "I love you, mother," said little Fan; "To-day I'll help you all I can; How glad I am that school doesn't keep!
Page 154 - I love you, mother," again they said — Three little children going to bed ; How do you think that mother guessed Which of them really loved her best?
Page 156 - Its root was like a thread, Till the kind-ly earth had nour-ished it, Then out it free-ly spread : On this side and on that side, It grap-pled with the ground, And in the an-cient rift-ed rock Its firm-est foot-ing found.
Page 150 - ... God can see me every day, When I work and when I play ; When I read and when I talk, When I run and when I walk ; When I eat and when I drink, When I sit and only think ; When I laugh and when I cry, — God is ever watching nigh. When I'm quiet, when I'm rude, When I'm naughty, when I'm good j When I'm happy, when I'm sad, When I'm sorry, when I'm glad ; When I pluck the fragrant rose, That in my neat garden grows ; When I crush the tiny fly,— God is watching from the sky.
Page 154 - Then, stepping softly, she took the broom, And swept the floor, and dusted the room; Busy and happy all day was she, Helpful and cheerful as child could be. "I love you, mother...
Page 150 - When I'm hap-py, when I'm sad, When I'm sor-ry, when I'm glad ; When I pluck the scent-ed rose That in my neat garden grows ; When I crush the ti-ny fly, God is watch-ing from the sky. When the sun gives heat and light, When the stars are twink-ling bright, When the moon shines on my bed, God still watch-es o'er my head ; Night or day, at church or fair, God is ev-er, ev-er near, Mark-ing all I do or say, Point-ing to the hap-py way.
Page 153 - I love you, mother," said little John; Then, forgetting his work, his cap went on, And he was off to the garden swing, Leaving his mother the wood to bring. "I love you, mother...
Page 48 - WORK while you work, Play while you play, That is the way To be cheerful and gay, All that you do, Do with your might ; Things done by halves Are never done right.
Page 22 - The honey sweet It gathers while it may, In tiny drops, And never stops To waste its time in play. I hear it come ; I know its hum : It flies from flower to flower, And to its store A little more It adds each day and hour.