the fur out; and if that does not wake her, she will get the end of pussy's tail in her mouth and give it a bite, an operation that soon starts the cat. 7. The worst of the monkeys is that they have pockets in which to pack away the goods they steal. These pockets consist of a pouch on each side of the face. When empty these pouches are not seen, yet the owners can stow away an immense amount in them. It is great fun to see how much they will hold; and this is done by giving them all the acid drops they will take. They immediately fill their pouches as full as they can cram them, and I find they can pack away about twenty acid drops in each pouch. 8. One day several things were missing. At once I thought of the monkeys. I caught them and searched their pouches, a pretty safe receptacle for stolen goods. In Hag's pouches were a steel thimble, my own gold finger-ring, a pair of pearl sleeve-links, a farthing, a button, a shilling, and a bit of candy. 9. There is no trouble to catch the monkeys. I have only to open the door of their cage and say, "Cage! cage! go into your cage! Quick, march!" and they go in instantly, like the good beasts they are. The parrot has caught up these words, and when the monkeys are running about often cries out, "Cage! cage! go into your cage!" But they know who is talking, and do not mind Poll. 10. Although my monkeys do considerable mischief, yet I let them do it. I am well rewarded by their funny and affectionate ways. The reader may wonder that I like to keep my monkeys at all in my house; but I do like to keep them, and nothing whatever would persuade me to part with them. My monkeys love me, and I love my monkeys. HEADS FOR COMPOSITION. Write a composition by answering the following questions: 1. What was the monkeys' greatest treat? 2. What surprising unpacking did they once do? 3. Who are the monkeys' principal companions? 4. How does Tiny pester the parrot ? 5. How does she tease the cat ? 6. What stolen articles were once found in Hag's pouches? 7. How does the parrot fool the monkeys? How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well; The old oaken bucket, The iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, that hung in the well. II. That moss-covered bucket I hail as a treasure; The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell; Then soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well;The old oaken bucket, The iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, arose from the well. III. How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it, As fancy reverts to my father's plantation, And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well; The old oaken bucket, The iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket, that hung in the well. LANGUAGE EXERCISE. I. What is spoken of as "the emblem of truth" (ii)? What proper noun (iii) is the name of the father of the fabled gods of Greece? Give a synonym of: "cataract" (i); “pleasure" (ii); “reverts (iii). II. Write the analysis: oaken · coolness mossy In stanza 1 point out a complex exclamative sentence. "How ardent I seized it." Give the adverb-form which would be required in prose. III. What pictures in childhood scenes are presented as introductory to the "Old Oaken Bucket"? Write the refrain. erest, the tuft growing on a bird's flěcked, streaked. head. erōne, an old woman. mead, meadow. wāne, to decline, to near a close. 1. MERRILY Swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name: Spink, spank, spink; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. 2. Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest, Wearing a bright black wedding-coat; White are his shoulders and white is his crest, Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine! 3. Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear 4. Modest and shy as a nun is she; Spink, spank, spink; Never was I afraid of man; Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can. 5. Six white eggs on a bed of hay Flecked with purple, a pretty sight! |