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In books, or work, or health ful play,
Let my first years be passed;
That I may give for every day

kid

goat glove

Some good account at last.

Watts.

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THE GOAT AND HER KIDS.

Do you know what we call the young goat? The name of the young goat is a

kid.

Young goats can be taught to draw a

cart.

Goats have short horns, and they like to butt with their heads.

Men take goats to sea on board ship,

for their milk.

Fine, soft, kid gloves are made out of the skins of kids or young goats.

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If we let the milk. cream rises to the

We all like cow's milk. stand in a nice, cool place, top. We make butter and cheese of the cream and drink the milk.

The room in which the butter and milk is

kept is called a dairy, and it is always nice and cool, and clean. Good butter never comes out of a hot or dirty dairy. And good

children seldom come out of a dirty house.

THE COW.

Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Every day and every night,

Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.

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Let me

THE BOYS AND THE KITE.

See the boy with his new kite.

go and hold it up for him. Now run with the string, and then we can make it rise.

There, it dives in the air. I think it will come down to the ground. No, it rises

and soars to the skies.

Hoorah!

Oh, it has lost one wing! it will not fly Put a wing on the other side.

any more.

There, that will do.

Now let us see if it

will rise.

Oh, no! it turns in the air, and darts to the ground. Let me fix a small turf to the

end of its tail.

Now let us see if that will do. Oh, yes; how fast it goes up Now the string is all

wound off.

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How high the kite has gone! It is up above the house. It would go up higher, if we had more string.

The kite would not fly, if I did not hold the string. Oh, the string is broken!

See, John! the kite has fallen on the tree. Now we must get it down as well as

we can.

Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon is shining bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,

And come with your play-fellows into the street;
Come with a whoop, and come with a call,
Come with a good will, or come not at all!
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A ha'penny roll will serve us all :
You find milk and I'll find flour,

And we shall have pudding in half-an-hour.

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THE SHEEP AND THE LAMB.

One day an old sheep and her young lamb were in the field with the rest of the flock. The sun was warm, and the lamb was quite gay and full of play.

It ran here, and there, up and down, round and round. At last it ran among some bushes. For it was a warm spot, and the wind did not blow hard there.

After that, the lamb ran into a bush, full of thorns. But the thorns took hold of its coat of wool, and held it fast, so that it could not get away.

The old sheep heard it bleat, and ran to it to help it. She pull'd and she dragg'd the bush; but she could not set her lamb free.

At last the sheep left the bush, and ran as fast as she could to an old ram with horns. She told him, in her own way, the sad case of her lamb.

The ram ran with her to the bush, so he and the old sheep set the lamb free.

I dare say the lamb did not again go near that bush for a long time.

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We all like to sit by the fire when it is cold or wet. The fire burns so bright and feels so warm that we do not feel the cold and rain out-side.

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But there are many poor little boys and girls who have no fire to go go to. When the wind blows cold, and the rain falls fast, they have to walk in the cold wet streets. Let us then feel grateful that we are so happy. Let us also try to help these poor little boys and girls when we see them.

It is seldom they are them selves to blame for being poor and wretched.

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BETTY PRINGLE.

Betty Pringle had a little pig,

Not very little, and not very big;
When he was alive he lived in clo'ver,
But now he's dead, and that's all over.
So Billy Pringle he lay down and cried,
And Betty Pringle she lay down and died;
So there was an end of one, two, and three;
Billy Pringle he,

Betty Pringle she,
And the piggy wiggee.

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