5. The reaper, too, will be in the field, and the ripe grain will be cut, and made ready to be threshed. Even now, the quail is heard among its heavy stalks. 6. There are many little children who live in large cities who have never rambled in the green woods, nor culled the flowers that grow wild on the hill-side and in the sweet meadows, nor chased the fire-flies over the lawn at twilight, as the happy boys and girls do who live in the country. Summer is the time for me; Joy is then in all I see. Then the roses are in bloom; All the garden they perfume. Juicy fruits, and pretty flowers, Fill the happy, happy hours. THE HE sober autumn comes. When we look around us, we see its presence stamped on all things in nature. 2. The air has become cool, and a hazy mist hangs in the sky. The nights have grown longer, and in some of the Northern States a thin white frost is seen in the morning. 3. On all sides the flush of countless fruits meets the eye. The orchards bend with the weight of their rich crops. present their purple clusters. The loaded vines 4. The woods are bright with the varied colors of the dying leaves, and the ripe nuts are dropping to the ground. 5. The little squirrels are busy laying by their winter's food. Their ceaseless barking tells us how greatly they rejoice over the rich gifts of the year. THE LESSON XXVII. WINTER. HE cold, bleak winter has come; the flowers are gone, and the feathered songsters of field and grove are heard no more. 2. Still, winter has its joys, though they are not those of blooming spring or fruitful autumn. 3. Lake, stream, and pond are frozen over, and the skaters are skimming swiftly over the ice. That cheer us, and bless us, when comes the And dear the bright Summer, the rich golden But Winter, gay Winter, of all is the King! 6. O! what cares the school-boy if cold winds are blowing! He thinks of the pleasures that Winter car bring. O'er the hard frozen river his comrades are skating! Then, hurrah for bold Winter, for he is our 7. Then cheer! boys, cheer! o'er the ice we are flying, As wild and as free as birds on the wing! With shouts and glad laughter the cold wind defying! Hurrah! boys, for Winter! Three cheers for our King! it LESSON XXVIII. THE CROW AND THE PITCHER. crow flow to a some water in 1. A thirsty pitcher, hoping to find Water there was, but so little of it that she could not so much as wet the tip of her bill 2." Where there's way, a " said she 3. A clever thought into her little black head. will came 4. She picked up a pebble, and dropped it into the pitcher ; another, and then another. As they sank, the water began to rise, and soon she drank at her ease. |