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home with her. She begged her mother to let her keep the kid for her own: her mother gave her leave.

Mary got a basket full of clean straw, and laid it on the warm hearth, for a bed for the kid. She warmed some milk, and held it to him to drink; the kid drank it, and licked Mary's hand for more. Mary was delighted when she saw him jump out of the basket, and run about the room; presently he lay down again, and took a comfortable nap.

The next day, Mary gave her kid a name; he was an excellent jumper, so she called him Capriole. She showed him to all the family, and allowed her little brothers and sister to stroke and pat him. Capriole soon followed Mary all about the house; trotted by her side into the yard; ran races with her in the field; fed out of her hand; and was a great pet at all times. Capriole soon grew troublesome; he thrust his nose into the meal tub, and flour box; and sometimes got a blow for sipping the milk.

Capriole's little horns soon began to appear, and a white beard sprouted at the end of his chin; he grew bold enough to fight when he was angry, and sometimes threw down Colin, Mary's little brother, into the dirt. Every body said, "Capriole is getting too saucy; he must be sent away, or be taught to behave better." Mary always took his part, and indulged him very much. Capriole loved his little mistress dearly.

Near to Mary's house, were some large fields, and some tall rocks; a little further off was a high hill. One fine summer's day, Mary had

finished her morning's work, and wanted to play with her kid; she looked about the house door, .and could not see Capriole; she then ran to the field, and called aloud, "Caprioie! Capriole !" expecting to see him come running towards her. No Capriole came. She went on, and on, still calling her kid, but nothing was to be seen of him.

Her heart began to beat. "What can have become of him? Somebody must have stolen him-perhaps the neighbour's dogs have killed him. Oh my Capriole! my dear Capriole! I shall never see you again."

Mary began to cry, but she still went on, looking all round, calling, "Capriole! Capriole!"

After a while she heard the voice of Capriole -she looked up, and saw her little goat, standing on the edge of a high rock; she was afraid to call him, lest he should jump down, and break his neck. There was no danger; Capriole had run away from his mistress; he liked the fields and the rocks better than he liked Mary. She waited for him, however, till she was tired, and then went home and got her little brothers to go back with her to the foot of the hill. They carried some bread and milk for Capriole, but they could not persuade him back again; he had found a herd of goats, and they were playing together.


Mary went home crying to her mother, and told how Capriole had served her. I'm sorry for you, my dear," said her mother, "but take care, my daughter, not to love runaways any more."




F. COME hither, Charles. What is that you see in the field before you?

C. It is a horse.

F. Whose horse is it?

C. I don't know; I never saw it before.

F. How do you know that it is a horse, if you never saw it before?

C. Because it is like other horses.

F. Are all horses alike, then?

C. Yes.

F. If they are all alike, how do you know one horse from another?

C. They are not quite alike.

F. But they are so much alike, that you can easily distinguish a horse from a cow?

C. Yes, indeed.

F. Or from a cabbage?

C. A horse from a cabbage! yes, surely I


F. Very well; then let us see if you can tell how a horse differs from a cabbage?

C. Very easily; a horse is alive.

F. True; and how is every thing called which is alive?

C. I believe all things which are alive, are called animals.

F. Right; but can you tell me what a horse and a cabbage are alike in?

C. Nothing, I believe.

F. Yes, there is one thing in which the lowest blade of grass, is like the greatest man.

C. Because God made them.

F. Yes; and how do you call every thing that is made?

C. A creature.

F. A horse then is a creature, but a living creature, that is to say, an animal.

C. And a cabbage is a dead creature.

F. Not so, neither; nothing is dead which has not been alive.

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C. What must I call it, if it is neither dead nor alive?

F. An inanimate creature. All things which God has made, are called the creation. The creation is divided into animate things, and inanimate things. Trees and stones are inanimate. Men and horses are animate.

C. A horse is an animal, then.

F. Yes; but a fish is an animal, and swims in the water; a pigeon is an animal, and flies in the air. How do you distinguish a horse from these?

C. A fish has no legs; a pigeon has two legs.
F. How many legs has a horse?

C. Four.

F. And a cow?

C. Four.

F. And a dog?

C. Four also.

F. Do you know any animals that live upon the earth, which have not four legs?

C. Men, birds, worms, and insects, have not four legs.

F. What is an animal called, which has four legs?

C. A quadruped.

F. In this he differs from men, birds, insects, and fishes. How does a man differ from a bird? C. A man is not at all like a bird.

F. Why not? an ancient philosopher, called man, a two-legged animal without feathers.

C. The philosopher was very silly. They are not alike, though they have both two legs.

F. Another ancient philosopher, called Diogenes, was of your opinion. Diogenes stripped a bird of its feathers, and turned him into the school where Plato, (that was the name of the other philosopher,) was teaching, and said, "here is Plato's man for you."

C. I wish I had been there; I should have laughed very much.

F. Before we laugh at others, however, let us see what we can do ourselves. You have not told me how a horse differs from other quadrupeds; from an elephant or a rat.

C. An elephant is very large, and a rat is very small.

F. What is that on your coat?

C. It is a butterfly. What a large one!

F. Is it larger than a rat, think you?

C. No, that it is not.

F. But you call the butterfly large, and the

rat small.

C. It is very large for a butterfly.

F. Large and small are relative terms.

C. Relative terms--I do not understand that

Some words mean


F. Terms are words.

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