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F. No, really; it was on a fine balmy summer's morning, -and moved forwards, one behind another
C. As still as death, creeping along under the hedges.
F. On the contrary—they walked remarkably upright; and so far from endeavoring to be hushed and still, they made a loud noise as they came along, with several sorts of instruments.
C. But, father, they would be found out immediately.
F' They did not seem to wish to conceal themselves; on the contrary, they gloried in what they were about. They moved forwards, I say, to a large plain, where stood' a neat pretty village, which they set on fire
C. Set a village on fire? wicked wretches!
F. And while it was burning, they murdered—twenty thousand men.
C. O fie! father! You do not intend I should believe this; I thought all along you were making up a tale, as you often do; but you shall not catch me this timer What; they lay still, I suppose, and let these fellows cut their throats!
F. No, truly, they resisted as long as they could.
C. How should these men kill twenty thousand people, pray?
F. Why not? the murderers were thirty thousand. C. O, now I have found you oui!
You mean a Battle.
F. Indeed I do. I do not know of any murders half so bloody.
DEFINITIONS. Pléas-ant, pleasing, agreeable, gratifying. Wéa-ry, tired, fatigued, destitute of strength. Al-though, notwithstanding, allow, grant. Ex'-er-cise, task, what is appointed for one to perform.
What kind of word is played? Sleigh? Exercise? Tired! What word is the opposite of pleasant? Run? Play? Sister? How many trisyllables in this lesson? Dissyllables?
To run about and play;
To drag about my sleigh.
How weary I should grow;-
And grass my feet below.
But slide and ride my sleigh,
I should be tired of play.
The little time I play
The gayest of the gay.
I am her hope and joy,
I am a happy boy.
Pén-sive, gloomy, melancholy.
What kind of word is Autumn? Chilly? Mam-má? She'll? What is the opposite of chilly? Die? Light? How many polysyllables in this lesson? Trisyllables?
The Little Graves. -ANON.
And rustled on the ground,
With low and pensive sound.
By meditation led,
Above the sleeping dead,-
My close attention drew;
And one seemed fresh and new.
On death's long, dreamless sleep,
A mourner came to weep.
Her words were faint and few,
Distilled like evening dew.
Her trembling hand embraced,
For little sister's dead;
And brother too, you said."
She loved me when we played:
You told me, if I would not cry,
Deep buried in the ground:
And put her in my bed?
cup, And then she won't be dead. 11. "For sister'll be afraid to lie
In this dark grave to-night,
For God, who saw her die,
Recalled her to the sky.
To God, by whom 'twas given;
And want some bread to eat?
And keep them clean and neat?" 15. “Papa must go and carry some;
I'll send her all I've got;
Mamma, now must he not??'
But if you're good and true,
Can never come to you.
Once our good Savior said;
And God will give her bread.”
A Curious Instrument. 1. A gentleman just returning from a journey to London, was surrounded by his children; eager to hear the news; and still more eager to see the contents of a small pormanteau, which were, one by one, carefully unfolded and displayed.
2. After distributing among them a few small presents, the father took his seat again; when the following dialogue ensued: