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used ever afterwards to complain of aches and rheumatism, which she attributed to her exposure for about twenty hours on the tree.
You may be sure that we never ventured in that luckless hut again, but built another in the paddock up near the chief station, where you will see it.'
[Write from dictation] It must have been heartrending for the poor shepherd to see the terrific jeopardy in which his family and sheep were placed, miserable at being compelled to remain stationary, suffering indescribable anxiety, desperately determined to save thein, if possible. All his agile and courageous efforts, together with his experience, could not prevent the destruction of the sheep, though he had cause to return thanks with solemnity for the safety of his wife and children.
Full of the light,
Whiter than snow,
Rushing in spray,
Happy by day!
ALICE FELL; OR, POVERTY.
1. The post-boy drove with fierce career,
For threatening clouds the moon had drowned ; When, as we hurried on, my ear Was smitten with a startling sound.
I heard the sound—and more and more;
He stopped his horses at the word, But neither cry, nor voice, nor shout,
Nor aught else like it, could be heard.
The boy then smacked his whip, and fast
The horses scampered through the rain;
5. Forthwith alighting on the ground,
Whence comes,' said I, that piteous moan?' And there a little girl I found, Sitting behind the chaise alone!
But loud and bitterly she wept,
And down from off her seat she leaped.
7. What ails you, child ??—she sobbed, ‘ Look here!'
I saw it in the wheel entangled, A weather-beaten rag as e'er
From any garden scarecrow dangled.
8. There, twisted between nave and spoke,
It hung, nor could at once be freed; But our joint pains unloosed the cloakA miserable
9. • And whither are you going, child,
To-night, along these lonesome ways ?' • To Durham,' answered she, half wild
Then come with me into the chaise.'
10. Insensible to all relief
Sat the poor girl, and forth did send Sob after sob, as if her grief
Could never, never have an end.
11. 'My child, in Durham do
dwell ?' She checked herself in her distress, And said : “My name is Alice Fell;
I'm fatherless and motherless.
12. And I to Durham, sir, belong.'
Again, as if the thought would choke Her very heart, her grief grew strong;
And all was for her tattered cloak !
Was nigh; and, sitting by my side,
She wept, nor would be pacified.
Of Alice and her grief I told ;
To buy a new cloak for the old :
The little orphan, Alice Fell !
BOOTS AND HIS BROTHERS. *
Once on a time there was a man who had three sons --Peter, Paul, and John.
John was Boots, of course, because he was the youngest. I can't say the man had anything more than these three sons, for he hadn't one penny to rub against another; so he told his sons over and over again they must go out into the world and try to earn their bread, for there at home there was nothing to be looked for but starving to death.
Now, a bit off the man's cottage was the king's palace; and, you must know, just against the king's windows a
* This lesson is so easy, that spelling and dictation lessons are superfluous.