Boy. Come now, my dog, to me, and I will teach you to sit up, and to do your tricks.

Dog. Ah! have I to learn, and I so small? Wait till I grow big, won't you?

Boy. No, dog. You will learn best if you learn while you are young. It will be hard for me to teach, or for you to learn, when you are old.

The dog was taught his tricks, and could soon stand, and sit on his hind legs, at a word. He could leap into a deep stream, and fetch out a stick at once; and when the boy saw what joy the dog had, and how wise he had grown while still young, he tried to get to know much while he, too, was young, and he grew to be a wise and good man.

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Always act kindly.

I WILL not hurt my own dear dog,
But stroke and pat his head;
I like to see him wag his tail;
I like to see him fed.

I love him much, for he is good,
As you will think him too;
For, don't you know, that he will mind
What he is bid to do?

I will not hurt my own dear dog;
Nor will I give him pain;
But treat him well from day to day,
And he'll love me a-gain.

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Be always true.

Two maids, Jane and Kate, were on their way to town, each with a great load of fruit on her head. Jane gave a sigh and fretted all the time, but Kate had a laugh and a joke at each step. "How can you laugh so?" said Jane. "Your load is as great as mine, and I am as strong as you are." Said Kate, "I have laid a twig on my load that makes it light. Do you the same." "What?" said Jane. "That must be a fine twig to have. It might make my load light too, if I had some of it; tell me, what do they call it?" "It is a twig from a plant that makes all loads light-GOOD WILL."

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On a hot summer's day little William was in the country. His cheeks glowed with the heat, and he panted for thirst. Then he came to a spring which burst from a rock, in the cool shade of an oak. He kneeled down, and drank long at the cold water, and sank on the ground in a faint. When he got over it he had to come home very unwell, and soon fell into a bad fever. "Ah!" sighed he, on his sick-bed, "who would have thought that that spring had such deadly poison in it!"

But his father answered, "The clear spring is not to be blamed for your being sick; your want of thought, and want of caution, in drinking so much when you were hot, have made you ill."

The most harmless things need to be used wisely, and at right times.

All covet, all lose. It is poor pleasure

that costs pain after.