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It is now the break of day. Get up, and we will take a walk. The sun can not be seen yet; but there are clear streaks of light in the East: he will soon rise; let us set out. Look! now you may view him mount the hill; how red he seems, through the fogs and mists of morn; these he will soon drive off. O, how bright he is ! we dare not look him in the face; our eyes will not bear so strong a light.
Come, we will here leave the high road, and cross the fields; but keep in the path, lest the dew wet your feet. Ha! there the lark soars high in the air; hear how he sings; now he drops at once to his mate. How soon the birds rise, both to get food, and build their nests; these, they line with the warm wool, that the hedge robs from the fleece of the sheep: there! one flies off with some in his mouth. This is the spring time of the year.
There are the mild lambs; look, how that one sucks the teat of his dam. Baa, baa, are the sounds they make. I like to hear them, and to view the young ones at play: see, how they frisk, and jump, and run round and round. The cows feed in the deep rich grass ; which shines with dew drops. O, sweet cows ! that give us such nice milk and cream : they low for the hand to milk them.
We must now go home; or our friends will have to wait for us; as we are past our time. Pluck a green bough from the hedge. The May will soon be in bloom; then we will deck our hearth with it; its white buds have a sweet smell. In what rich hues the meads are drest; blue, white, red, and all the
gay tints. Cull me a few to place in the glass vase on the stand.
There is our house! O, how sweet a stroll we have had! Do not you want your bread and milk? I shall be glad of a cup of tea, and a slice from our brown loaf. This walk will do us all good; it gives us a kind of new life, and makes us long for our 'food; and not, as when we lie late in bed, have no wish for it. « Sweet is the breath of morn!”
Now we are at home. Shut the gate; scrape your shoes well, and wipe them on the mat; hang up your hats, caps, and cloaks; and then come in to your meal. We glow with warmth, and need not go to the fire.—How well they all look! Their red cheeks and bright eyes show that the run has done them good. This will, no doubt, be a fine, hot day for the time of year.
IN SCHOOL-MORNING. It is school time; say your night tasks; and then write this verse on your slate, from your Task Book. *
You have done it well; I see no faults; and I am glad you put all the stops, as you find them in the print. Now go and write. Here is a pen; hold it thus; don't blot your book, nor write too fast. Now do your sums from the New Plan. + Good child, you have done six sums; they are all right. You may rub them out; and I will make a mark, where you left off.
* See Guy's Learner's Poetic Task Book. Price ls. + See Guy's New Arithmetical Plan. Price 1s.
THE PLAY GROUND.
all go out and play ; play is sweet, when we have well done our work. Some take their hoops; some their balls. You may fly your kite, if you have a long string to hold it up by. Can you spin your top? Let us now choose a new game, in which we can all join. Ah! the bell rings; we must now comb our hair, and brush: our clothes. When we next hear it, we must go in to dine.
Now, come up and spell; and then write a page of small hand, from print; and those that can write straight, need not rule lines. Here are pens and ink. Bring your books, and read to me in a class. Use the same tone of voice, as when you speak. I will now hear you spell a few of the hard words, that you met with while
read. Bring the globe and your book of maps. Turn to the map of the world; show me on it, the north, south, east, west. What are the names of the lines you see drawn on the globe ? Set the globe for this day, at twelve o'clock at noon. out the chief towns in all parts of the world.* That will do. Go on with your sums.
* See Joseph Guy's Geography for Young Children. Price 9d.