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thrown out, and then seat himself upon his hind legs, and eat from its fore paws, just like a little monkey.
William had taught it to climb up, and sit on his shoulder, and eat lumps of sugar from between his thumb and finger.
He bought a little, wire cage for it, with a wheel at one end, and the squirrel would run in, and keep it rolling round as fast as it could run, for half an hour at a time.
THE WREN'S EGGS. Two wrens had a nest in a hollow tree. They had little eggs in the nest, and sat upon them every day. A little girl named Julia, loved these little wrens, and used to peep in at the eggs.
One day, after she had been abroad for some time, she came back and looked in, and saw nothing but ugly, broken egg shells.
She cried, and said, “Oh! my pretty, little eggs are broken and spoiled.”
Her brother stood by, and said, “ No, sister, they are not spoiled; the best part of them has taken wing, and has flown away.”
What does this story mean? I will tell you.
When you see the cold body of a good child, who has died, you must not think that the dear child is ruined.
No, the soul has gone to Christ. The soul is worth more than the body. You may think of Julia's nest, and say, “ The better part has taken wings and flown away.”
Mor ris stir ring
LESSON VI. put ting Char lotte daugh ter
al most cho ked scream ed kitch en
TOO LATE FOR A RIDE.
Mrs. Morris had asked her little girl at least ten times, to make haste and drink her tea, but she did not mind her.
She did nothing but play silly tricks, sometimes stirring her tea as fast as she could, to make a tea leaf turn round in the cup, then pouring it into the saucer, she would put bits of crust to swim in it, and call them her boats and ships.
A fly on the table was the next thing she found to play with. She must put a bit of sugar near, she said, that it might eat it, and when this made it fly away, she wished to wait till it came back again.
Her mother left the room, and, when she came back, she had on her bonnet and shawl ready to ride.
But, said she, “Charlotte, my daugh ter, I am sorry you have been so naughty; for I meant to have taken you to the gardens with me, but you are now too late and must stay at home."
Then Charlotte began to drink her tea, and eat so fast that she almost choked herself.
But all her haste was of no use, for, said her mother, "your aunt is at the door with her carriage waiting, and as she has been so kind as to call for us,
there must be no delay.” So away went her mother, and though Charlotte screamed as loud as she could to go with her, she found it was all in vain, for she was too late.
Her mother was soon too far off to hear her, and the young Miss was glad to hide herself up stairs, that the girls in the kitchen might not laugh at her.
This was a very good lesson for Charlotte; for, although she lost her ride, she was always careful after this to obey her mother, as soon as she was spoken to.
James and Jasper had made them a noble kite. They had a grand, large ball of twine, and when they found a good place, they made ready to fly it.
James mounted a little mound, and Jasper waited until there came a good breeze, when he ran forward, came back, stopped, pulled the string, and at last up it went to a very great hight.
Then they sent up a small piece of
paper, called a messenger; it was tied to a little cord which slipped on the twine, and ran up the string till it reached the kite.
And now the kite rose so high, it could no longer be seen.