dawn, break.
fiery ball, the sun.
faint, weak

verdure, greenness. fan-ci-ed ad-mir-ed dou-bling fa-vour-ite di-rec-tion u-su-al

browsed, fed.
dose, a short nap.
circle, ring.
permission, leave.
at-ten-dants mis-take

pleas-ure flick-er-ing be-lov-ed

How long did Ali continue his journey? What is the great fiery ball? How did Ali feel as the day grew hotter? What made him take fresh courage? What did Ali do when he had quenched his thirst? How did he satisfy his hunger? What did he notice while eating his dates ? In what direction did he travel What did he see in the distance? What did he ask permission of the camel-drivers to do? What was Ali's pillow? What aroused him from his sleep? Whose voice did he hear? How did Hassan feel at meeting his son?



Once on a time a little bird
Within a wicker cage was heard,
In mournful tones, these words to sing:
“In vain I stretch my useless wing;
Still round and round I vainly fly,
And strive in vain for liberty.
Dear Liberty, how sweet thou art!”
The prisoner sings with breaking heart:
“All other things I'd give for thee,
Nor ask one joy but liberty.”


He sang so sweet, a little mouse, That often ran about the house, Came to his cage; her cunning ear She turns the mournful bird to hear. Soon as he ceased, “Suppose,” said she, “I could contrive to set you free, Would you those pretty wings give me!"


The cage was in the window seat,
The sky was blue, the air was sweet,
The bird in eagerness replied:
Oh yes, my wings, and see, beside,
These seeds and apples, and sugar too,
All, pretty mouse, I'll give to you,
If you will only set me free;
For O! I pant for liberty.”


The mouse soon gnawed a hole; the bird
In ecstasy forgot his word;
Swift as an arrow, see he flies,
Far up, far up, towards the skies;
But see, he stops, now he descends,
Towards the


course he bends.


“Kind mouse,” said he,“ behold me now
Returned to keep my foolish vow;
I only longed for freedom then,
Nor thought to want my wings again.
Better with life itself to part,
Than living have a faithless heart;
Do with me therefore as you will,
An honest bird I will be still."



His heart seemed full, no more he said,
He drooped his wing and hung his head.
The mouse, though very pert and smart,
Had yet a very tender heart;
She minced a little, turned about,
Then thus her sentiments spoke out-

“I don't care much about your wings-
Apples and cakes are better things;
You love the clouds, I choose the house;
Wings would look queer upon a mouse;
My nice long tail is better far,
So keep your wings just where they are.”

She minced some apples, gave a smack,
Then ran into a little crack.
The bird spread out its wings and flew,
And vanished in the sky's deep blue,
Far up his joyful song he poured,
And sang of freedom as he soared.


wicker, made of twigs. mournful, sad. prisoner, bird caged up. contrive, manage.

ecstasy, great delight. descends, comes down. sentiments, thoughts. soared, flew high up.







1. Daniel Webster was a very celebrated lawyer in America. His father was a farmer. The

crops of the garden had suffered very much from the ravages of a woodchuck, whose hole was near the premises.

2. Daniel, some ten or twelve years old, and his brother Ezekiel, had set a steel trap, and succeeded in catching the trespasser. Ezekiel proposed to kill the animal and end at once all further trouble with him; but Daniel looked with pity upon the meek dumb captive, and offered to let him go. The boys could not agree, and each appealed to his father to decide the case.

3. “Well, my boys,” said the old gentleman, “I will be judge. There is the prisoner,” pointing to the woodchuck, “and you shall be the counsel, and plead the case for and against his life and liberty.”

4. Ezekiel opened the case with a strong argument, urging the mischievous nature of the criminal, the great harm he had already done—said that much time and labour had been spent in his capture, and now if he was suffered to live and go again at large, he would renew his depredations, and be cunning enough not to suffer himself to be caught again, and therefore he ought to be put to death. He argued further that his skin was of some value, and that, make the most of him they could, it would not repay half the damage he had already done.

5. His argument was ready, practical, and to the point, and of much greater length than our limits will allow us to occupy in relating the story.

The father looked with pride upon his son, who became a distinguished jurist in his manhood.

“Now, Daniel, it's your turn; I'll hear what you have to say."


6. It was his first case. Daniel saw that the plea

of his brother had sensibly affected his father, the judge. The boy's large, brilliant black eyes looked upon the soft, timid expression of the animal, and as he saw it tremble with fear in its narrow prisonhouse, his heart swelled with pity, and he appealed with eloquent words that the captive might again

go free.

7. God, he said, had made the woodchuck; he made him to live, to enjoy the bright sunshine, the

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