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Th’industrious bee brings honey home,

Sipp'd from the op’ning flower ;
The little ant abroad will roam,

To seek its winter store.
The lady-made by silk so fine-

A little worm may thank;
The glow-worm's lanthorn tail doth shine

At night, while on the bank.
The child, who does not these things know,

May well be call'd a dunce;
But let us all in knowledge grow,

As youth can come but once.

QUESTIONS. What do you call the young of a Mare ? .... A Foal. Of a Cow? .. A Calf. I Of a Duck? A Duckling. Of a Dog ? .. A Puppy. Of a Sheep? A Lamb. Of a Cat? .. A Kitten. Of a Wolf? A Cub. Of a Fox? .. A Cub. Of a Swine? A Pig. Of a Lion ? .. A Whelp. Of a Goose? A Gosling. Of a Goat ? .. A Kid. Of a Peacock? A Peachick. Of a Deer ? .. A Fawn. Of a Bear ? A Cub. Of a Tiger? .. A Cub. | Ofa Hedgehog? A Hedgepig. Of a Hen? .. A Chicken. / Of an Eagle ? An Eaglet.

Mention an animal that has a trunk? .... An Elephant. With a beard? A Goat. One that hops? A Sparrow. With along neck ? An Ostrich. One that struts? A Peacock. One that stings? A Bee. One that crawls? A Maggot. One that flies ? A Bird. One that neighs? A Horse. One that creeps? A Snail. One that brays ? An Ass. One that roars ? A Lion. One that bleats? A Sheep. One that grunts? A Swine. One that quacks? A Duck. One that barks? A Dog. One that gabbles? A Goose. One that mews ? A Cat. One that bellows? A Bull. One that coos ? A Pigeon. One that hoots ? An Owl. One that crows? A Cock. One that buzzes? A Bee. One that chucks? A Hen. One that screams? A Lapwing. One that howls? A Wolf. One that hisses? A Serpent. One that squeaks? A Pig. One that chirps ? A Sparrow. One that sings? A Canary. One that chatters? A Monkey.

Wheat, when reap'd, hous'd, and thresh’d, is sent to the mill,

Where 'tis ground into flour, 'tis said;
This, with yeast, salt, and water, our ovens we fill,

And bake into nice loaves of bread.
And barley comes next, a sweet wholesome grain,

Steep'd in water, then expos’d to great heat,
Makes malt; which, with hops and hot water, again,

Makes beer, ale, and porter, so sweet.
The next grain we mention is oats, which we give

To our horses, their favourite food :
Ground oats we call oatmeal, and some people live

On cakes made from this, which are good.
Then rye, beans, and peas, follow next in their course –

The first oft is made into bread;
Ground beans, mix'd with oats, we give to the horse ;

Pigs, with peas, are well fatted and fed.
Thus, again, my dear children, you plainly may see

God's goodness to man, and to beast;
To us he gives reason—then, oh! may not we

Be those who would love him the least.

The daisy is a little flower,

Tho' common and forgot,
Its simple beauties I admire

Now, children, do you not ?
Some thoughtless children handsfull pick,

Then toss them all in fun,
Without discerning in them all

What I can see in one.
For, look, my little playmates, now,

While I dissect this weed;
There is a name for every part,

You'll learn them if you read.

These little white things petals are,

The green are calix callid;
The centre's full of florets fair,

The seeds therein enroll’d.
The roots, if I should show them now,

Are white, and hollow, too,
To suck the juices from the earth,

And cause the plant to grow.
Then view the works of God so great,

Look on, and Him adore ;
He's in the sky, He's in the earth,

He's in this simple flower.
This lesson, then, should teach us all

To love what God has made
In heaven above, or earth below,

Or daisies in the shade.


It wins my admiration 6. To view the structure of that little workA bird's nest. Mark it well within—without; No tool had he that wrought; no knife to cut; No nail to fix; no needle to sew with ; No glue to join ; his little beak was all ; And yet how neatly finished! What nice hand, With every kind of tool to work with, And twenty years' apprenticeship to boot, Could make me such another ?" No, my friends, For it was God who taught the little bird How to build so neat and soft a nest; And the sly fox, too, how to make his hole So deep and warm, where he may lie secure. For thus it is written in the Bible ! Foxes* have holes, and the birds of the air Have nests; but the Son of Man hath not where To lay his head. And who was that Son of Man ? The Lion of the Tribe of Judah !

* Matt, chap. viii, v. 20

The Bright and Morning Star! The Prince of Peace !
The Friend of Sinners! The Lamb of God!
Jesus Christ !* the only Name under Heav'n,
Giv'n among men, whereby we can be saved.


You who have seen how bricks are made
Will like to hear about the trade;
I'll therefore think of all I know,
And try to tell it plain and slow.
Where clay with greatest ease is found,
The lab’rers dig it from the ground;
'Tis then mix'd roughly up with sand,
And ashes, too, we understand.
Moisten’d with water—then they beat
And stamp it well with both their feet;
Or poor blind Peggy, in the mill,
Must work to make it smoother still.
Then in a shape, they call a mould,
They put as much as it will hold :
Some moulds are large, and others deep,
Yet each will serve the clay to keep.
One person stands to take the clay,
And pass it from the mill away;
Another puts it in the shape,
And watches well that none escape.
But first of all, he shakes some sand
Within the mould with ready hand;
Or else, perhaps, the clay would stick,
And that, alas! would spoil the brick.
This done-he scrapes them clean and fair,
And drops them lightly here and there ;
Then, on the barrow, lifts his load,
And thinks his labour well bestow'd.

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The board, on which the bricks are laid,
Is callid a pallet by the trade;
'Tis thick and long, and very stout,
Or else, indeed, 'twould soon wear out.
But off this board the bricks must go,
All rang'd exactly in a row ;
Then cover'd well with straw so high,
They stand to settle and to dry.
They next are piled up, straight and right,
Within a kiln of greater height,
That so the fire its work may do
And burn the bricks quite through aud through.
The cinders of a coal call'd brees
Are mostly us’d in works like these ;
When lighted well, they burn for days,
And give great heat without a blaze.
The bricks will differ in their shade,
Just as the clay of which they're made :
Some are more fit for use than show,
Some white,-some red; but this you know.
Two inches and a half-so thick
You'll find the size of ev'ry brick ;
Four inches broad and one half more,
Nine inches long, near half a score.

As John and his Teacher were walking one day

Through the fields, they observed two sacks
Which seem'd to be full-but of what they couldn't say

'Till told they contain'd seed of flax. “ Of flax !” exclaim'd John, “ why I've often heard tell,

A most useful plant this to be; " That sheeting, fine linen, and cambric, as well,

“ Are produc'd from it; how, I can't see.” Now John appear’d anxious instruction to gain,

As good children most frequently do; And if you will strive it in mind to retain,

What his Teacher told him I'll tell you.

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