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back to the sun. Look straight for-wards; that is north. Now turn to your left hand. Look for-wards; that is west. When you have had your sup-per, and it is go-ing to be night, look for the sun just there. He is al-ways there when he goes to bed, for the sun sets in the west.
North, south, east, west.—Mrs. Barbauld.
LESSON XII.—THE OX.
The ox is a large, strong an-i-mal. He has a thick skin, cov-ered with black, red, or white hair. He has four legs, and four feet. The feet of the ox are clo-ven, or cut into two parts; they are hard upon the out-side, and are called hoofs. The ox has two horns on his head. Of these horns many use-ful things are made; combs, the han-dles of knives, spoons, and cups to drink out of. Ox-en live in the fields; they eat grass, hay, and corn, and drink wa-ter. In some pla-ces, they draw the plough and the cart. Their flesh is called beef.
In some lands, there are large and fierce ox-en, which run wild. Men hunt and catch them, not with-out much dan-ger, for they do not like to be caught, and are ver-y fu-ri-ous. Some-times they hurt and e-ven kill the hunt-ers. These wild ox-en may be tamed and used for trav-el-ling, as we use hors-es. Would you like to ride in a wag-gon drawn by ox-en? If you lived in South Af-ri-ca, you would of-ten do so.
LESSON XIII.—THE CRICKET.
Lit-tle in-mate, full of mirth,
Pay me for thy warm re-treat,
Though in voice and shape they be
LESSON XIV. COPPEB, LEAD, AND UN.
Cop-per is red. The ket-tle and pots are made of cop-per; and brass is made of cop-per. Brass is bright and yel-low, like gold al-most. This sauce-pan is made of brass; and the locks upon the doors, and this can-dle-stick. What is this green upon the sauce-pan? It is rust-y; the green is ver-di-grease; it would kill you if you were to eat it.
Lead is soft, and very heav-y. Here is a piece, lift it. There is lead in the case-ment; and the spout is lead, and the cis-tern is lead, and bul-lets are made of lead. Will lead melt in the fire? Try; put some on the shov-el; hold it o-ver the fire. Now it is all melt-ed. Pour it into this ba-son of wa-ter. How it hiss-es! What pret-ty things it has made.
Tin is white and soft. It is bright too. The can-isters, and the drip-ping pan, and the re-fiect-or, are all cov-ered with tin.
Gold, sil-ver, cop-per, i-ron, lead, tin, quick-sil-ver. One two, three, four, five, six, sev-en—What? Met-als. They are all dug out of the ground.—Mrs. Barbauld.
LESSON XV. THE CREATION SECOND DAY.
Then God made the air. You can-not see the air, but you can feel it. The air is ev-er-y-where. You can some-times hear the noise it makes, for you hear the wind blow, and the wind is air.
Next God put some wa-ter up very high. The clouds are full of wa-ter, and some-times the wa-ter comes down, and we call it rain.
God made a large deep place, and filled it with wa-ter. God spoke to the wa-ter, and it rushed in-to the deep place. God called this wa-ter the sea.
The sea is very large, and it is al-ways mov-ing up and down, and toss-ing it-self; but it can-not get out of the large deep place in which God has put it; for God said, "Stay there." When the wind blows hard, the sea makes a loud noise, and roars.
But God made some dry land for us to walk up-on: we call it ground. We could not walk upon the sea, nor build hous-es on the sea: but the ground is hard, and firm, and dry. Now I have told you of five things that God made. The light. The clouds. The dry land. The air. The sea.—"Peep of Day."
LESSON XVI.—NEVER HUNCH WHEN OTHERS CROWD.
One warm day in Ju-ly, I vis-it-ed a school in Bos-ton. There were a-bout six-ty chil-dren pres-ent, from four to eight years of age.
I stood up be-fore them, and talked to them a-bout chil-dren whose hearts were filled with the spir-it of peace, and who nev-er would strike those who struck them. I then asked them—" Chil-dren, can you tell me what such chil-dren will do?"
One said, “ They will love their en-e-mies;" another, “ They will not re-sist evil;" another, “When oth-ers strike them on one cheek, they will turn to them the oth-er." All these were good an-swers. At length a lit-tle girl, whom I saw on the mid-dle of a seat in front of me, look-ing very un-ea-sy (being so crowd-ed that she could not move her el-bows), looked up, and in a most plain-tive and pit-e-ous tone, said, “ Such chil-dren don't hunch when oth-ers crowd.” That was the very thing! The lit-tle crowd-ed suf-fer-ing child gave the best def-ini-tion of peace I ever heard. She gave a sure and certain rem-e-dy a-gainst all fight-ing—"Never hunch when others crowd.” And she said what she felt. This made it all the bet-ter. There sat the lit-tle girl, crowd-ed up -her arms squeezed down to her side,-she could hard-ly move; yet there was no an-ger, no quar-rel-ling, sim-ply be-cause she did not “hunch.”
Let all chil-dren act upon this plan, and never “hunch when oth-ers crowd," and they will never get in-to a fight. When oth-er chil-dren are an-gry with you, and pinch, strike, or kick you, or de-stroy your things, or call you names, or in any way try to in-jure you, do not re-turn an-ger for an-ger, and e-vil for e-vil; but patient-ly and lov-ing-ly suf-fer wrong, and oth-ers will sel-dom hurt you. It was thus that Je-sus act-ed.— Henry C. Wright.
LESSON XVII.—THE COW. The cow is like the ox; on-ly not quite so large. The cow is of more use to us than the ox. She gives us milk, morn-ing and eve-ning. We drink milk, and it is al-so made into cheese and but-ter. Milk is kept in a cool place, called a dai-ry. The rich-er part of it we call
cream. The cream is skimmed off the top of the milk, and kept, to make but-ter with.
A young cow or ox is called a calf. It is a pret-ty, gen-tle crea-ture. It lives on milk, which it sucks from the cow. It is fond of play, and loves to frisk a-bout near its moth-er. It is oft-en killed for food. The flesh of the calf is named veal.
The skins of cows, calves, and ox-en, are tanned in-to leath-er, of which boots and shoes are made, as well as har-ness, and the cov-ers of books.
Pret-ty cow, you look so mild,
Very i-dle though you seem,
LESSON XVIII.—THE LITTLE LARK.
I hear a pret-ty bird, but, hark!
I can-not see it any-\yhere;
Sing-ing in the morn-ing air.
Oth-er lit-tle birds at rest,
Have not yet be-gun to sing,
With its head be-hind its wing.