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104 2.66,10=ame. N. Green, M.D., of Boston. (H. Ul, 1841.} PREFACE.

Edue T758.66.710.

CHILDREN from six to twelve years of age ought to be accustomed, both at home and at school, to commit to memory some good pieces, adapted to their capacity, and to recite or speak them with the proper action and expression.

For this purpose both poetry and prose should be used, but poetry chiefly, poetry that is poetry to childhood, and so gets the entry of the child's heart, poetry that is full of sensible images, rural pictures, and tender and heroic sentiments, and not what is formal, over-refined, and sublimated, and hence to the little folks not poetry, but mere sounding emptiness.

Pieces of the right sort children will easily learn so as to repeat them by heart, and not by mere rote; and they will soon speak them well too, if properly encouraged, and not hampered by rules or intimidated by fault-finding. A little skilful management, by the teacher or parent, in reading and talking about pieces, will make the better sort of children feel it to be a privilege "to get pieces and say them." And how much good education they may get in this way!

The object of this little Speaker is to furnish a choice collection of pieces suitable for the purposes above named. Some of the pieces are wholly new, being now for the first time published; some of them, though not quite new, are not well known; and others are old favorites, well known and much valued.

It is believed that these pieces, which have been selected and prepared with much willing care, will be found both pleasing and useful; that they will be the means of quickening the moral sense, and of promoting the love of the good, the true, and the beautiful.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by TAGGARD & THOMPSON, in the
Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the District of Massachusetts.

ROCKWELL &

ROLLINS,

STEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS, 122 WASHINGTON STREET.

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I love my Parents Dearly
The Fox and the Mask
Guess what. I have heard,

Are you Polite?

The Blind Boy

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120 Trying to do Right
123 A Shameful Thing
Intemperance

Mrs. Follen, 124 God Never Made a Slave,

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J. N. Mars, 146

C. Cibber, 125 Burial of Sir John Moore. Wolfe, 147

Twinkle, Little Star . . J. Taylor, 129 Aspirations of Youth,

The School

Where is God?

The Merchant's Career

The Burnt Child

The Purpose of Life,

Early Rising.

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J. Montgomery, 148
131 Who is My Neighbor?. Peabody, 149
132 Graves of a Household .

133 Tear for a Comrade

J. G. Whittier, 135 Old Grimes

The Child's Talent
Never Give Up
The Tempest.
Closing Address

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135 Emancipation.

. 136 The Open Door.

136 The Clock .

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T. F. Winthrop, 151
A. G. Greene, 152
Ware, 153
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138 Not to Myself Alone
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LIFE SCULPTURE.

YHISEL in hand stood a sculptor-boy, With his marble block before him; And his face lit up with a smile of joy, As an angel-dream passed o'er him:

He carved it then on the yielding stone,
With many a sharp incision;

With heaven's own light the sculpture shone:
He had caught that angel-vision.

Sculptors of life are we, as we stand
With our souls, uncarved, before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God's command,
Our life-dream shall pass o'er us.

If we carve it then, on the yielding stone,
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly beauty shall be our own,
Our lives, that angel-vision.

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